CONFETTI
SOME SAY IT SNOWED ON THE DAY OF HIS FUNERAL
RATHER I SAY
IT WAS A JUBILANT GOD THROWING CONFETTI
REJOICING IN THE RETURN OF ONE OF HIS OWN
SCATTERING THE DANCING SNOW
WHIRLING IT IN THE WIND
COVERING ALL
FORGIVING ALL
WELCOMING ALL
ESPECIALLY HIM
FOR WHOM THE FIELD ON LOOKING BACK
HAS NO FOOTMARKS TO MARK HIS FAILINGS
ONLY A FIELD REMADE BY GRACE
AND THE WIND WAS A LAUGHING GOD
TELLING OF ANOTHER SAVED
Frank Vollmer
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