Tour Day 976. Alone

Our friend, our teacher

Gone, behind the stone.

We had such faith, such hope

Power would be overthrown.

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Scattered like sheep

We hide one from another

Confused, sad, broken

This leaderless band of brothers.

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To awake this morning

With hearts weeping and broken

Their story is like ours

Whenever our hope is stolen.

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Darkness can deepen and descend

If we are not careful, we can wallow

Trite words, meant for good

Often miss the mark, ringing hollow.

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Grief is not just some stage

A check box to rush or overcome

Some days we feel normal and

Days when we are numb.

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Their long ago Saturday story is

Ours when far from Home

Neither can see what lies ahead

Alone.

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There are days we can see beyond the bend. Will we walk in trust, anyway?