Yesterday —
just yesterday —
as we trod through Corinth
and committed 15:55 to memory,
as we gathered after service
to celebrate a seventieth,

a huge, heavy truck
crossed the divide
and slammed head-first
into a small family car
killing all six occupants,
leaving tangled metal and grieving hearts
in its wake.

Coincidence
we sang “O Death, where is thy sting?”
and prayed
“Death has been swallowed up in victory”?

Sometimes this side of eternity
seems to last too long.
Sometimes I am worried
that I will arrive in heaven
with my heart all in tatters.

Yesterday —
just yesterday.

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