Fingertip to vein,
Tracing emptiness and drought,
I thought, eyes flared - momentary shock,
"Death feels familiar."
In the moment of widening,
She sees the world.
From fall to redemption
(And sometimes back again),
Love lost and grace gained
Tumble one atop the other
On the wheel of time.
But the gray mists conceal
-we know not what;
And so, waiting,
We turn our faces to search out the light:
And hope.

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