You are right… my aunt passed away on Friday from cancer. She had the rare grace of leaving this world at home, not in a hospital. Reading your words, it feels exactly like that — death walking close, quiet, almost gentle, taking her hand when the time came.
You are right… my aunt passed away on Friday from cancer. She had the rare grace of leaving this world at home, not in a hospital. Reading your words, it feels exactly like that — death walking close, quiet, almost gentle, taking her hand when the time came.
Sending peace, Dora. <3 <3
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It waits patiently, Dora. You said it beautifully. <3
Dora, sorry to read this. My sincerest condolences. 🌺
It is not our time. Thank goodness 🙏
Thank goodness, yes. <3
Incredible closing line, Rea! Emily Dickinson's poetry is eternal, much like death itself.
That it is, Rasmus! Powerful poetry.
Thank you!
I love Emily Dickinson and your inspired poem.
Thank you, Jen!
Very moving poem. Gentle and powerful at the same time.
Thank you, Stephanie!
Wow, that’s a thought provoking piece of poetry. Thank you Rea.
Death completes the “circle of life” etc, etc.
That it does, Mark. Thank you!
“Echoes of lost souls
Trailing in our wake
Step by sacred step”. Sometimes I carry a piece, a line, a word. This I will carry with me into sleep.
May sleep carry you tenderly, Chris.
I love this.
Thank you, Deer. <3
Love you!
Thank you, Molly! <3