It is a small and mighty thing
that knows no boundary
and respects no law.
It does not discriminate.
And it is not fair.
It wreaks havoc on the weak,
while it stalks the strong.
Fear is its prelude.
Its wake is long.
Hoping for a cure.
My faith is in the Lord.
All Things Thriller 
Amen.
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Yes. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. God blessings to you.
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Pam, thank you so much for this poem, for making your heart and faith available to the rest of us to lean on. Grace and peace to you…
dw
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Thank you, DW, for always making your faith and your heart known.
–Pam
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You sum it up so well, Pam.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete. Keep your resilient, English chin up.
–Pam
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My upper lip is suitably stiff, Pam. 🙂
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It can take church away but not God.
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Well said, Max–and true.
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I sent your poem to my father who is deeply Catholic–he loved it.
I love the picture above; it’s funny how you can’t really tell which part of the day it is.
It could be early morning or it could be dusk, the latter of which is my favorite time of day.
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I’m glad your father-in-law liked it. Thanks for telling me. Yes, I thought that was a beautiful picture. It really pops and it conveys the themes of the poem, I think.
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LOL– my father, not father in law, ha ha. He’s 93, BTW, and basically just retired from the Federal Bureau of Prisons like six years ago! He’s amazing, and I know it’s due to his faith which is stronger than the Rock of Gibraltar. 🙂
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Oops. Sorry. Your dad sounds amazing.
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