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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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