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Between Now And Then

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 Aug 2003 · 7 comments

Grieve not for my mortal shell Lying far beneath this stone I am no longer there My Lord has taken me home. If you wish to speak to me Just turn your tearful eyes My earthly labours are finished I'm at my Saviors side So keep your gaze on the Heavens Until we meet again And know that I'll be praying for you Between now and then

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[n/a] sliver 10-Aug-03/2:40 PM Reply

Dedicated to my father. May he rest in peace.

[6] http://mulberryfairy 10-Aug-03/7:00 PM Reply

Line 8 should say "Savior's side"

[n/a] sliver › http://mulberryfairy 10-Aug-03/7:47 PM Reply

Thank you. What do you think of the content?

[6] http://mulberryfairy › sliver 10-Aug-03/7:55 PM Reply

Shucks, you caught me trying to skip away without addressing the subject. Honestly, I am athiest, so I couldn't really relate. But it is a nice thing to write to your father, and a nice way to talk about grief.

[n/a] tadpole 1-Sep-03/10:05 PM Reply

This poem makes me happy and tearful all at the same time.

[n/a] sliver › tadpole 2-Sep-03/8:35 AM Reply

Exactly what I felt when I wrote it. Thank you.

[10] deleted user 13-Oct-05/5:30 PM Reply

How come this one is so low? I LOVE this poem! Its might favorite of yours!
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