Lucile’s Ledger
John Clare Stokes
The ledger of a life was closed after ninety nine years, her last decade blind, the ledger of little use, consigned to the dusty smokehouse.
It daily gives me pause to ponder my ledger yet open, the daily entries marked, to be opened upon eternity dawn and read.
My only hope lies in the words written over in red, redeemed by the blood.
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