The Mourning Hours
Until I see you again.
By Danielle CampbellPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Mourning comes in morning hours
upon my wake reality devours.
Senses lost and time suspended
grieving a life , twas tragically ended.
Leaving memories in which I ponder
your humble grace and quiet sonder .
Selfless acts of kindness astounding
bringing light with each heart pounding .
Darkened be our days amidst
a world now void of your gentleness .
When my day hath come to perish
I'll reunite with your soul I cherish.
Blessed be that fateful day
I see your face and finally say
Twas your love that fed my faith
to be in your presence was worth the wait .
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About the Creator
Danielle Campbell
I believe in life after heartache, hope after death, and the healing sound of a sentence that rings in your ears.
God is inside, look there.
Look up when you want to see the stars.
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