For Lori Jane, 1963-2013. We will miss your light.
At the end of the big dipper is the North Star.
It has a name.
Like she who has a name,
who shone brightly but
whose light has gone dim,
if only until we name the others.
For Lori Jane, 1963-2013. We will miss your light.
At the end of the big dipper is the North Star.
It has a name.
Like she who has a name,
who shone brightly but
whose light has gone dim,
if only until we name the others.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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Rob's Lit-Bits 
Oh, oh – is this the friend you were concerned about?? Beautiful words, Rob…
Actually, no. This was an alto in my choir who has seen little other than tragedy for over a year. Then this. God’s compassion in her case was to scoop her up and begin the eternal embrace.
So much sorrow, so little time..
Indeed. Well said.