when every sin is counted
spoken save for one
you’ll be the name
I carry to my grave
a silent hallelujah
a penitent amen
one last psalm –
will for my voice be raised

you’ll be the touch remembered
when they lay me in the ground
when lights are dimmed
you’ll be the one I grieve
when ashes fall
soft and blue –
to fill an evening sky
you’ll find my soul
as wings above
the trees

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