Psalm for the fourth funeral

Good God, sometimes mortality
becomes too heavy for us
to bear under;
it piles up like bones.
We flood the valley floor
with grief; our footsteps
sink for want of solid ground.
How long, O Lord, will you wait
to part this salt sea?

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