I’m grateful for the courtesy
of quiet, distant reticence
that carries careful mercy
for my Asian essence.
I don’t have family gathered ’round
and friends all dropping by.
For me, this would be unsound,
a maudlin lullaby.
I hew to a fighting creed
of steel and blood and stone,
and implicit is the need
to face my death alone.
Those who care, tho’ they may cry,
will give the space for me to die.
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I KEEP IT SHORT & SIMPLE.
Why?
Almost half of American adults read below high school level. God looks at your heart, not your reading skills. Big faith can be built on simple words.
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I’m grateful for the courtesy
of quiet, distant reticence
that carries careful mercy
for my Asian essence.
I don’t have family gathered ’round
and friends all dropping by.
For me, this would be unsound,
a maudlin lullaby.
I hew to a fighting creed
of steel and blood and stone,
and implicit is the need
to face my death alone.
Those who care, tho’ they may cry,
will give the space for me to die.
Lord, wrap Andrew in sacred space.
Amen.
“Done!”, He says.
I’m OK.