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Wednesday's Woe
The Heavy Presence of Your Absence
The emptiness from your absence fills the vapid room;
The Great Void o’ertakes silence like the sonic boom...
Though no one speaks it, your absence brings such gloom;
Yes, your spirit’s in Heaven, though your body’s in the tomb…
How do we celebrate Christmas...when our baby’s left our “womb”?
The Heavy Presence of Your Absence sucks air from the room,
Sapping life-giving air from each person in the room,
Filling hearts with dread, sealing each of us with doom.
The heavy presence of your absence within our room does loom…
And yet the spirit of your presence fills the air like sweet perfume
So despite death’s cold of snow, out peeks the spring thaw’s bloom…
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