Divorce came early
He wasn’t a bad husband, just flighty
But his replacement provided a living
And three sons besides
The first child, a daughter, sought him
Found him fading, the picture crumbling
Edges inward, death with a smile
Devout, she sought healing in faith
One last chance to be a family
Perched in Gesthsemene
She on her knees, miracle on her lips
He, descening softy into night
Calling her by the name of the sister
He remembered from childhood
Resurrected in the garden

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