Sunday’s Poetry Post

Surpassing Understanding


When someone difficult dies,

How do you say goodbye?

I remember only lies,

My eyes remain dry.


What do I mourn,

What was or should’ve been?

Get beyond the scorn,

Rid myself of sin?


I need an answer

Much more bigger than me;

Hate spreads like cancer,

Love sets us free.


Each day we wrestle

Will never end all strife,

We’re just the vessel;

Love gives us life.


About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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