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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the day I grow weary even of the light that enters through the window each morning, I will quietly close the door of the house so I do not wake the memories. I have watched them long enough walking barefoot from room to room, searching for those who never returned. I will feel no regret. I have carried enough crosses without ever calling them by that name. I have learned that even bread can weep when it is broken inside a house where illness has become the most faithful guest. My mom will be sleeping. Her breathing will take the place of every prayer I never knew how to speak. And I will remain at the edge of her bed like a tree that has lost all its birds. Lord, if You have need of me, do not call my name aloud. I am coming, slowly. I still have to gather a few photographs, two notebooks, the scent of basil, and my mother's voice, still calling me her child, though my beard has turned white-ish before its time. I owned no fortune. I owned only words. Some died before I could write them. Others remained suspended against the roof of my mouth, like bells no one wished to hear again. If You find me at the edge of an evening, do not ask what I am seeking. I am seeking the place where silence no longer hurts. I am seeking the moment when God will place His hand upon my shoulder and simply say: You have come. Then I will leave my poetry on the threshold of the world like an old pair of shoes. Perhaps someone else will need them to walk farther than I ever did.
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