Yesterday My Friend's Mom Died
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Yesterday, my best friend’s mom died.
She woke up and took a fresh breath
Only to be struck lifeless by that
Nefarious nemesis called death.
Eighteen and twelve.
The ages of the daughters that she left behind.
Beautiful, brown girls with brilliant minds.
Eyes red, bodies trembling, hearts filled
With pain and suffering.
Mourning that morning that God took their
Mom, without even the slightest warning.
Isn’t it a shame that you don’t have to
Be doing anything wrong to die.
That our lives may very well flash
Before us in the blink of an eye.
Isn’t it a shame that death doesn’t discriminate-
Let the “good people” live and leave the
Rapists, murderers, and criminals to incinerate.
But no.
You see, Death incriminates. He’s a prison,
And eventually, we’re all taken as his inmates.
Yesterday, my best friend’s mom died.
She arose at seven, but by eleven
She was peacefully resting in Heaven.
Sure her daughters wept and cried,
But, guess what? They are still alive.
With backs clothed, stomachs fed, and
Brobdingnagian brains in their heads, they
Give thanks for being survivors-
For an omniscient God who is their
Healer, comforter, and provider.
Isn’t it awesome that despite your dismay, “today
Is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.”
That in the face of your darkest nights, the Son
Always bursts through to shine His light.
Isn’t it awesome that God died to save our
Virtuous souls from our sinful flesh.
That he is a mother to the motherless and a
Father to the fatherless.
You see, life sucks.
But it’s awesome.