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Young like the Spring grass, smelling
Beautiful – so fresh and alive,
Trembling dandelions dancing in the light
Sunny whims caressing the thoughts,
Remembering the joy and kindness
She brought when she gentled the dreams,
With laughing honesty, sincerity
Wishing on the stars – reaching toward
The moon who glows, radiating
Destiny in harmony with stirrings of grace,
Memories bleeding through spirit’s quest
For the light who erases shadows
Doubts who plague the faith, the rising
Intimacy between the dream and the reality,
The reassurance, the belief – in the aspiration,
Friendly like the handsome wind, blowing
Delicate whisps of dandelion’s seeds,
Planting the feelings so deep – listening
Throughout the edges of history

Shouting in silent reveries, her light 
Breathed in the glorious truth, poured
Out the lasting grace, the assurance that this –
Her last promise, would never fade
Into the lefthanded feelings, the past’s 
Secret possession, hallucination or veracity,
She beckoned me to believe – to believe

Just two weeks before she would leave this earth
Seeking another place, another face –
Jesus, where her heart could become wise
Like she’d never been, wiser than wisdom’s dewy
Murmuring – she blessed me when she smiled
And only for a little while did I feel the heartbeat
Alive, like the stirring of grace, the fading of faith –
Where did she go when she departed my hope for her?
Where did she go when she couldn’t breath on earth anymore?

She left me with questions, so many questions
Hard questions who held secrets I would never know,
Secrets about giving and living, the feelings
Measured by the soul who needs to listen, to hear
In the dream, she was already dying – still she smiled
Touching my heart with her whispering, so sensitive
She knew my desire for her – the wanting, imploring
Her to live, to give back death’s summons, ignore
The weight of that request that called her home.

Would she go to heaven – even though she was afflicted
By the alcohol. Was she the victim of 90 proof or would she
Call to me from the depths of darkness, the hell that 
I prayed she would never see, the place where eternity
Was never free… Would she let me know – would she show 
Me she’d passed into eternity with joy, meeting the love
Who had shown up to take her by the hand as she escaped
The devil’s plan….

In the dream, where she faded from life into the everlasting,
There was assurance melting away my fears, my tears –
Comforting, calming, cheering me so that the dark dread
Turned from the solid doubt to the liquid of probable – she 
Knew the questions I held in my heart and she answered
With the music of promise…  I’m alright, she sighed and she
Smiled her bliss, her blessing, her beautiful into my hopes
For her… alright, alright, alright…

Alright means satisfied, ok, good. She was in heaven, I decided
As the beautiful of her smile silenced my worries, reminding
Me that she was not gone forever. She was there where I might
See her when I, too, faced the death of the body to enter into
The place where my soul would know Him intimately,
Know Him as the miracle of forever, eternally…

She told me she was alright because I was anxious
About her plight…

She told me she was alright in a dream that never faded
From my memory, where she still reminds me
That she is Ok. She is good. She is alive in another place,
A place of light and hope and wonder. A place
That only God could have shown her!
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