Black As Day

Clear As Night

Dark, - black is the night
It moved slightly
It moved steadily
But what? But where?

Dark as the night is
It was searching
Moving, Coming,
It came. It came.

Night is black.
But its target
My back. My back.
I felt it. I felt it.

Black as night
It moved, purposely,
Up my back, onto my side.
I felt it. I felt it.

Dark is the night
But I felt it.
Soft, tender, and still
Soft, tender and still.

Dark —- black is the night
It knew. It knew.
Where it would be
Soft, tender and still.

Dark as night yet bright as day
It moved, it came
It stayed
Soft, tender and still.

YOUR HAND
Started 9/2/2016 but thought of on several nights.
Larry E. Whittington

Not Your Hand but Her Hand, Carol, my wife of more than 60 years.
Today, 11/2/2023, at approximately 8 AM she breathed her last and is now a lasting memory.
A lasting memory can not last as long as the lifetime that was lived.
A lasting memory can not relive fully the joy that was shared.
A lasting memory can joyfully forget some of its regrets.
A lasting memory can only forget some of the sorrows it shared.
A lasting memory will now help me live what God helps me to be 
--- A lasting memory that will spur me on as I live
--- The rest of my lifetime for others.
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