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When Death Becomes Light

When Death Becomes Light

It was a silky, milky Scene this past Sunday Beyond the lake bluff. The horizon had been erased, Reminding me of the day That had reminded me of The first of the last seven days of my mother’s life. There had been no divide Between water and Sky, heaven and...
New Territory

New Territory

Look, blossoms and buds! Once dead now bloom, these wild violets and glories of the morning. Trees—shepherds of nature, towers of might—stand watching. Blades of grass—crowds awaiting—step aside. Pictures imprinted, embedded, reflected. These gentle whispers are...

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