In the base of nature’s jagged bowl, weighty wings of clouds gather and descend. Endless cascades of cleansing tears appear to wash tangled unsuspecting souls.
“Fly away” they shout. “Show us those we knew are lasting. Bathe us in revealing light and budding promise. Help us replenish and remember what has gone.”
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This poem is dedicated to all those who have gone before us. To enjoy more of my poetry, buy my latest book–A Path I Might Have Missed–on Amazon.
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Such a beautiful sentiment…and worth reading over and over again.
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Thank you, Tom.
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Do you ever read Stacey Johnson’s blog Breadcrumbs? This poem reminds me of her beautiful prose. Well done.
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Thank you, Jeff. I’m not familiar with Stacey’s writing, but will look for it.
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“Help us replenish and remember what is gone”. So appropriate today as I just learned of a distant relative’s untimely death, a young man of 19. I thank you for your words of wisdom and consolation.
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I’m sorry to learn of your loss, Madelyn. We had a young friend die recently, and I know how jarring that can be.
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