“But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:” Lamentations
3:21
when every moment
seems
longer than the last,
when
isolation is starting to make
us
just a little bit weirder than before,
when
every life’s forecast
seems
dreichier than yesterday’s,
let
us hear that hope you whispered
as
you slipped into the cold, empty
embrace
of death:
“The steadfast love of the Lord never
ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;” Lamentations 3:22
his mercies never come to an end;” Lamentations 3:22
© 2020 Thom M. Shuman
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