The Last

April 2, 2017

The Last

Has he come already,
The last?
Loved but not savored,
Sweet without the bitter,
Because not known.

Has he yet to arrive?
A hope.
Arms long for the weight,
Soft downy hair,
Small breaths on my face.

Another’s vision pilots.
He knows.
We follow blindly with faith.
With hole riddled hearts
Filled by His Grace.


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1 Barb w. April 10, 2017 at 11:19 am

Love ❤️

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