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.