Death’s shadow appeared
on the nearby hills
a few years back.
In those darkened days
I was, by some grace,
given a surprising glimpse
of the glory here with us—
rising as light from my feet,
filling the air around me
illuminating everything.
Today my feet
still caress the earth,
cling, dust-to-dust,
astonished by
this temporary housing
where I curl up,
a wild cat purring praise
near the hearth of heart,
held by the memory of
all that splendor.
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