Incident at Nain

Luke 7:11-16

I was a pallbearer that yellowed afternoon.The weight of my dearest friendwas an ache in my whole body.Grief ran deep. He was so young.

The waves of rampant wailing bore his mother on.And she a widow. The double lossseemed doubled in the crying.We were core of that pulsing throng,struggling through narrow streets,dust rising, drying throats,clotting tears.

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