Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
your imminent last sigh !
Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship amazing Grace, ... foresight
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day
within the cold embrace of death,
your inevitable, goodbye !
HOPEFULLY, WE GET IT RIGHT DOWN HERE AND THEN PHYSICAL DEATH IS ONLY FOR A TIME...AS OUR ETERNAL PROMISED TOMORROWS ARE ON THE HORIZON. THANKS FOR THE SHARE, MYSTIC. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH... HIS+INSPIRATIONS
With cancer one feels the cold well before the final leaving. I had a chill just reading what you wrote. Why cancer singles out some and not others is what it is so unsettling about it.
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
These timeless quotations culled from the celebrated corpus of writings by W.E.B. Du Bois are presented with illuminating introductory essays by Aberjhani. Narration of the Audible book performed by Catherine Byers.
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A crown jewel in these tenuous times.
Ron