exceptionnoted

Sometimes we take exception. Sometimes we make one.

And so we buried my brother …

And so we buried my brother today.
The wind calmed and the rain held back.
Small mercies.

The hour before, the church was filled
By family and friends undaunted by miles or years.
Small mercies.

And moments earlier my parents saw their son now dead
And in their frailty saw, sobbed and survived.
Small mercies.

Others told me he didn’t suffer long
That the accident was immediately fatal.
Small mercies.

Hear me! I bear no anger.
Sovereign mercies, grander, that secure our souls, now supply
Small mercies.

Small mercies. Thank you, Father for
Small mercies.
Small mercies.

And so we buried my brother today.

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