When I pass you

in your silence

in the hallways of the day,

I tap my heart and pray

for the opening of our minds,

for the illumination of our spirits,

travelling wide

on this blue orb,

travelling deep

down to our bones--

may our steps be light,

may our songs be lifted

up, up, up

to the healing heights

of the endless skies.

You are mine

and I am yours,


we are family.

◄ Easter

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 25th Mar 2023 17:41

A sublime piece of verse, Hélène.

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