The first 100 days
*The First Hundred* Its 100 days today since my angel broke her wing She was for this earth, but not of it Long before seas parted and life churned She had me on her roster Her long soft tresses, brown eyes and beautiful face Smote me. Enchanted me. 42 years ago She reined me in, dragged me into her goodness She held me there with great affection. Never hurt anyone, nor raised voice in anger or despair. Never forgot to smile or chat with King or knave. Never missed a beat in prayer or devotion Never stopped providing those in want or need Then at the bewitching hour of the 21st midnight She fell Silent, hurt, watching me tearfully, fearfully as she did a slow fade-out. Her left hand on my trembling right palm loosened My heart fell Hurt, incoherent, confused, helpless and angry I pleaded, heavenwards. I looked for God all these days, didn’t find I looked to God, didn’t pray Ranted and raved for broken wing to quickly heal Where was God when I needed Him most? When His ...