There she was.
She had always been there
beneath the rubble of crumbling
life.
How sweetly the sun did shine
upon her remembrance.
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Remembrance
Tag: Soul
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In The Gentle Woods
It is the depths that call me here.
It is the silence
and the bells
of yesterdays wish.
Let there be now.
Let there be this walk alone
in the gentle woods.
And I will quietly be
as I am.
Yes, I will quietly be.
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She Remembers
How my soul asks to be held.
How she breathes
the cotton thoughts of yesterday
through the trees
as she remembers.
Do not look at my face
and tell me
I am beautiful.
Do not look at my skin
and see your hands
upon my life.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I am here.
I have always
always
been here.
I open my heart
and close my eyes.
And I am just me.
Just me
in this silent night.
Let me be empty.
Energy speaks
truer
than words.
Oh, weary soul.
I barely see you behind those tired eyes.
Let us rest, deeply,
beautifully,
with compassion
for all life has given, harshly.
It is a darling life.
A life to be cherished
with each breath of our aching day.
I sleep, now,
knowing morning matters
only when it greets me.
I sleep, now.
I sleep, now.
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The Home Of Me
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Love Kept Her
And with a smile,
she held life gone by.
And love kept her.
Love kept her,
home.
Home, at last.
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