my arms last evening held a five week old
newly birthed
this morning an 89 year-old
readying to die
and I am struck by the preciousness
the brevity of life
the dash between born and died
the foot prints left behind
the touch that yet lingers
the sound
the fragrance
the shadow of what once was
a vapor
a mist
as I lit a candle
while praying for my friend
I saw its shadow
and I pray
the glowing shadow of my heart
will long be seen
and felt
and touched
when I reach the other side of the dash
1 comment:
Beautiful in word, in image and in hope. You are a light in a time of many shadows.
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