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The most
gentle
of calls to
rise,
tenderly rain
touches the spirit
with the softest of
nature's dance
and in the white
tranquility,
tucked warmly
under
the wing
of a swan,
Eyes yet closed
against the day
I heard
I listened
Lifting
Shimmering
Kissing lightly tree branches
Whispering though
Falling leaves,
Carried
To heaven
a voice
Light and clean
I held
My breath
To receive
Her message
"in the arms of....."
The note
Was carried
Open
As a cry
Broken hearted
Breathless
I held
Open
The door.
"an angel,
may you find.........."
and again a caress
Tumbling the
Length of
A shattered body,
A hand
made of
tenderness
sharing, taking
the suffering of her
beloved
"some comfort here."
The comfort of
angels is here.
my
first
on another
blessed day
