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What if death
was more about the Hands
Reaching out to welcome
us
to the other side,
Than the hands struggling
to hold on to us on this?
Would it make it easier
to let go?
What if dying
was more about our hands
Reaching out to Those waiting
on the other side,
Than ours struggling
to keep their grip on this?
Would it make it easier
to say goodbye?
How about we say it like
it is:
See you later!
And then forever climb
into our Abba's* arms?
*Abba, Father God, 'Daddy' |
