A Passing Post

I have heard it said
One day we rest
Without a bed
It may be, we shall see
In the meantime
I shall strive
For good company

Her hair was white
Her heart was Light
She shined her Grace
Upon my face
And accompanied me at night

I hear some say
It all shall pass
Night to day
Nothing will last

Well, a solid brother called me and i ran out of time to finish the poem above.

I’m grateful for my brothers.

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