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A little while ago I heard news from an old friend – the kind of news no one ever wants to hear: His wife passed away this morning from metastatic breast cancer.
All too often, the God who heals doesn't.
I wrote this poem six years ago after the funeral of another person who died far too young, Peter Himmelman's sister Suzie.
May the God who sometimes heals heal all of the time, and may sorrow no longer be known.