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.
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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.