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Lost ...


1 Corinthians 15:55-56 New English Translation (NET Bible)

55 “Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”

56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.

 

Lost.

 

To loose the one you love most.

To be separated from that part of you.

The lovely-ness … that life endued

is now a spot … empty and blue.

 

Where love resided ... and did bloom

there is only now pain I feel.

I can't see flowers … only doom

where can I go ... death seems so real?

 

Jan Wienen

 

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