Poem November 28, 1988 Issue

After the children leave home

Lillian Rich Bieber

Miles do not a barrier make or
separate from love; for Love
is ever by our side; embracing
everyone.

If we but look beyond the road,
the busy marketplace, we'll
see the wonder of the miles
that lead to open space.

Space not filled with lonesomeness
sorrow or regrets—but filled
with joy, God's gift of grace,
that mellows as it flows.

The house now quiet, wrapped in
memories of time well spent.
Not sad, just thankful for the
miles we walked together,

In the space, in the grace, in
the place that we called home.

Lillian Rich Bieber

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