For He does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men. - Lamentations 3.33
A modern miracle: a Boston funeral
streamed to Atlanta, strapped to my bike.
The deceased had assisted me once at church,
so why not give his family a "like"?I fought headwinds through sunny parks,
Lamentations, and eulogies.
His daughter laughed through tears while gusts
roared through newly leafy trees.The wind knocked me sideways as I heard
his life recalled by those he loved.
A miracle: how, by puffs of air
across miles and millennia, a man can be moved.
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