death has sat at our table

made his home here 

blooming into an odd decor  

morning comes with no mercy  

beckoning us to meet the day  

grief buffer me subtle

thorns of  ache in the joy  

my heart speaks up more these days

or the pride took her seat and I can hear clearer

worship turned medicinal

isn’t it funny how the requirement of God seem to be a 2 way street

where both travelers are satisfied in the end

death may have lingered in this family more than usual

but it seems here in this heart break that smells more coffin than garden

I have found an appreciate for life