the cold winter snows
of death and separation
fall over the earth
each year, fall over
us all someday.
but look close,
see the nails
in the boards
pried back hard
and away for good
our loved ones
wait on the other
side, where the
grass is truly greener
and He has gone thru
first and waits too
busy building
preparing
a House
a Table
a Feast of Friends
forever
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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