"Hello" by Dean Sorenmann
We never want to win the solemn stone of eternity to rest our weary bones; unless we yell at the winds, ‘I too can reach out for Doom!’ in a constant battle against Death. Our souls wait for the divine word, ‘Rise up ye heavenly host! Greet our morning God with ‘hello’ and behold our reunion with breath, once more, restored upon the plinth of rock, we called home.
April 10th, in the year of our Lord, 2024
In memory of Donald Berquist
Hello
We never want to win the solemn stone of eternity to rest our weary bones;
unless we yell at the winds, ‘I too can reach out for Doom!’ in a constant
battle against Death. Our souls wait for the divine word, ‘Rise up ye heavenly
host! Greet our morning God with ‘hello’ and behold our reunion with breath,
once more, restored upon the plinth of rock, we called home.
April 10th, in the year of our Lord, 2024
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