She is not gone. You have not
lost her. She is transformed
into shine and glow and into
star stuff. You are part of her
in some way that glistens in
the Universe.
Death is only a segment of the
cycle of which you are the
best part. Her laugh rings
around you. Her love
transfigures you. Listen.
The tinkling of star songs is
for you. The sparkle in your
eye is her. Be aware that
death is a tap over your
shoulder, a smile in your
mind.
You have touched a miracle
of which you are a player. There
is no way into tomorrow. Today is the way to love her forever.
Today is always.
Caroline Shank
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
She is not gone. You have not
lost her. She is transformed
into shine and glow and into
star stuff. You are part of her
in some way that glistens in
the Universe.
Death is only a segment of the
cycle of which you are the
best part. Her laugh rings
around you. Her love
transfigures you. Listen.
The tinkling of star songs is
for you. The sparkle in your
eye is her. Be aware that
death is a tap over your
shoulder, a smile in your
mind.
You have touched a miracle
of which you are a player. There
is no way into tomorrow. Today is the way to love her forever.
Today is always.
Caroline Shank
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