National Poetry Month, 13

The first thing I read this morning was the news that Brennan Manning had passed away yesterday, and my thoughts keep circling back to his honest words, his wisdom and tenderness…

a note in passing, to Brennan Manning:

I can just see you,
nestled in your Abba’s arms,
happy to be home.

a found benediction, from Celtic Prayers from Iona:

At my end and new
beginning, the arms of God
welcome, bring me home.

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