ObservationWe cross the abyss:
grief’s undertow
sweeps my footing
away. All I can do
is gaze, wondering
at the shape
of the path behind us
I will not walk
with golden rays
Dogging my footsteps.
What lies beyond
this desert of being?
I cannot know.
But, oh! My eyes,
to see new skin’s glory,
my ears, to hear the cries.
My tongue, to taste: blood, sweat & tears.
My soul, to bless,
to hope.
Carry forward my prayer
in the sacred light
as I lie still,
as the last stragglers depart.
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