My neighbors are fighting over land.
too many angry words were spoken,
too many fists were launched.
I was a witness in a custody battle,
a third party, an education expert,
a position I never want to be in again.
A young man I care for may go to jail;
he’s not evil and has learned his lesson.
Judges don’t see things that way.
Farrah died. Michael died.
The world was shocked,
but it was Nancy Rose’s death
that hit closest to home. Her life
left a deeper impression. She loved
Jesus and family. She gave
kindness and forgiveness.
Her time here was spent
storing heavenly treasures.
A sadness churns in the center
of my chest, burns my throat.
Being human is never easy.
These decisions we must make
often taste bitter and bring tears.
Yet, I think angels long to experience
the pains and joys
by which we are touched
in this mortal realm.