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of ways
I have not many
but to be
as I was meant
– some solace
to the fallen
I repent
the blessing
come of letting
– the bliss
of leaning in
to places unforgotten
I ascend
to wonder
where
and what might be
– for this
will I return
as colors into maple
rivers burn
remember me
to shadows –
sweetest breath
within the cold
of breaking –
there the beauty
– taking hold
as nothing more
for only this –
such truth
as love revealed
a sigh
within the silence
holds me still
. . .
Author’s Note: Inspired by All Saints Sunday. What remembrance
shall hold you yet? ♥
