Comfort

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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 though

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