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I feel like those soldiers whom

After the battle, safe at home, miss their comrades of days gone by

They have a hollow place that wonders why they were spared

A bitter sweet waiting to join them, builds stronger, as life beyond their common path plods on

There’s a Joy waiting just beyond this mourning,

But for now I’ll wait at this table, across from all of these. And Bless God for the times I’ve shared.

…today, I will muse, and miss and mourn. And look to God, who holds my tomorrow, just around the bend