May The Storms be Calm...

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May the storms be calm,
the showers, gentle and kind. 
For my beloveds are asleep,
resting underneath the ground. 

May the drizzle descend no harm,
the soil with warmth be twined.
To my adored laid inside deep,
be God's grace see no bound.

May the rasping of the thunders charm,
the mercy be poured, skies be shined.
For my endearing souls worth the rest,
Keep their realm of peace undrowned. 


~Hud


For my Grandparents ❤️

It rained hard that day and my heart stired up with pain as my brain recalled the final resting place of my grandparents. 

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