There is an ache in the spirit,
such an emptiness, that it cries out.
we are caught in a hollow time
in stillness and echoes of heartbeats.
When we only have words,
we must let them be words of life;
words that start the healing
and keep the embers, care made so tender.
When love is all we have,
then let it be the gathered treasure of a life,
that adorns each moment
with a golden memory.
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For my friend Carol, who has enriched my life with the power of her words
and strength of her wisdom-- at a time which tests all that we know. There are
moments when the earth beneath our feet quakes and then dissolves away, and
we are left with faith that makes wings...hdm
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