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Saturday, August 25, 2007


6 lines, 5 beats per

We huddled in groups,
our shoulders shaking.
“Look,” a classmate said,
pointing to the sky
with a trembling hand,
“God is crying too.”

7 lines, 8 beats per

The chapel was filled with mourners,
some silently shaking, others
screaming heart-wrenching sobs, broken.
Someone near the front was singing,
"His Eye Is On The Sparrow," and
I sang it softly to myself
as I walked through the rain outside.

A classmate of mine, a senior that graduated last year, died last Sunday.
Please pray for eveyone dealing with her loss.

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