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[title] => The Passing
[time] => 2004-01-08 11:32:43
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[bodytext] => She was ready. And He wanted her, needed her to come home on wings of a lifetime of believing and heartfelt good deeds. He gave her the map, she followed it precisely. She was ready. But not me. I need her still, want her to come home with a smile that belies the joke, and not be gone anymore. He won't change His mind, send her back. She was only on loan here; we all are. I search my soul, my motives for wishing things weren't what they are, seek the miracle that should be there. I miss her. He missed her too. It is His turn to walk with her, comfort her, care for her for eternity. And I will see her again in time, complete, a joyous reunion. Therein lies the miracle. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 39 [informant] => dudleysgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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