November comes, brings such a chill,
a bitter frost, yet bitter still
is all the sadness we possess,
this ruptured vein of happiness.
A bloody stream of heartache flows,
it carries two who laid a rose
upon our Father's frigid grave.
Oh God above, I pray you save
the joy we lost when winter came;
indwelt a month when thanks should flame
into a torch of gratitude.
I pray Your love arise, renewed,
for all who lost their way from You
when wintry death came blazing through.
I pray the path be reached before
it can't be found, forevermore.
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Author Notes
My family struggles a bit with November. We lost my dad and two sisters within the month, scattered across 13 days and 6 years. Life goes on and we must rejoice in knowing we'll see them again.
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