Comfort

Comfort

01/15/15 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

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 through
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

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