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grateful

before
and still
I have as then
a reason
to remember
the winds are calling
– even now
I rise

to watch
a wave of feathers
course a southern moon
a sea of countless
graces
for my eyes

closing now
where silent sits
in dusted rafters
– soul
gathers unto places
I belong

heart
of one
I know as more
time shall ne’er erase
the music
of becoming –
sacred
song

. . .