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February 17, 2002
if you could see my face the smile would fail to shine
too great is the misery currently etching
too many are failing me that should not
the pain I am asked to forgive happens even now
and I cannot see the strength to do it
the tears still flow too freely
unlike Christ I cannot forgive at the point of death
Who, as nails held Him fast as His life drained away,
showing mercy even as He died at their hands
Written after church, one week after Mac's death.
A hundred people walked past me, ushering at the door,
only one remarked upon our grief and offered understanding.
I don't quite know what I expected,
but I know it wasn't this.
Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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