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As the sun goes down for the night, clear your mind
As the sun goes down and the heat calms down, look towards the moon

As the sun goes down and the world slows down, slow your heart
Slow your heart and think about the good things you have

As you get ready to rest for the night, let your body relax and carry you to sleep

And as you wake for the next day, smile for a chance at a new start

And treasure each moment and every second as they are a gift
I used to think that people and their feelings were like china plates
Beautiful
Unique
Fragile and delicate
Easily broken

When we are born
Our plates are flawless
No cracks or chips
They are new and perfect

As we go through life
They can get hurt
They get chips
And cracks
And sometimes they break
Or a piece breaks off

Life does that
The ups and downs
The good and the bad
Relationships can do that
Hearts can break
Bodies can get hurt or age
And our plates reflect it

Life is like a china plate
Delicate
Fragile in some ways
Something to be treasured
Morning chimes outside my window
Teasing me with their tune
Tempting me
Enticing me
Gently playing music
Lifting up my spirits

Morning chimes outside my window
Gently waking me up
Offering a pleasant sound to start the day

Morning chimes
There were two stones that had been together
They had never been apart
They sat in the bottom of a river
Peaceful
Sublime

Then all of a sudden one day they were separated by storms and rough waters
They ended up being pushed into different parts of the sea
Settling eventually on to the floor where they each sat alone

After several decades and stormy weather one day they were moved  close to each other once again

Like magnets they were uncontrollably drawn to the other and somehow managed to lock together as if made only for each other
Over time they became one piece
Destiny had arrived in all its glory

It’s magic
A dim light shines across the waters a distance away
Shining in the dark and fog
The light reflects off the waves of the water
Creating a path through the waves
In the distance is a ship which has been gone for a long time
The ship lost its way and has been looking for home
Seeing the light off in a distance the ship turns and aims for it
As the ship gets closer the light gets brighter illuminating the land by it
The land looks familiar now after so long
The ship is coming home
That night I dreamt of her.
The night before the world fell apart.
Not as she was—
frail, slipping into silence—
but radiant, beautiful with
long hair like warm wind, and
a red convertible beneath her hands.
She was dressed in a flowing white dress.

She drove.
Smiling and happy.
Searching for a hospital in a landscape made of light.
I sat beside her,
unquestioning,
as if the soul always knows
the language of parting.

The phone rang.
Reality stepped in like a bell.

“She’s going,”
my father said,
and the dream folded
into grief.

I got ready to leave
For home hoping to make it
Before I left, I called. But when I called,
they placed the phone to her ear,
and I told her,
“I’m coming.
Wait for me.”

And she did.

The dying stopped
like a tide drawn back,
a doctor with no words,
a miracle with no explanation.
Just a daughter on a plane
and a mother holding on
with a strength shaped like love.

I arrived.
I held her hand.
I told her she could go
when the light opened.
It was her choice.
I put a rosary from the Vatican.
On her wrist.

I had to step out for a minute.
She waited until I left the room.
The moment she was alone.

And then,
she drove herself
into the sky.
Beautiful and free.
I am alone
Always have been
I’m on my own
Finding my way
On my path
Destiny
Even if I am around others
There’s an aloneness to it
Sometimes it’s a struggle
Navigating the pitfalls of life
Not always knowing the best course
Not all choices were positive
Though the intention was surely pure
I’ve been with people
There’s been closeness
But in the end
I walk alone
I think about my roots now
Often
Missing that
Craving familiarity
Going back to that
Looking for comfort
We all do in a way
It’s not lonely actually
It’s seeking
Looking for something more
To add to life
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