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Sanctuary

The cemetery is not silent. It hums—soft and steady— like a lullaby remembered just before sleep. This is not a place of endings, but of quiet continuance. Here, the earth does not mourn— it holds. It listens. It welcomes. Beneath the moss and carved stone, beneath the careful flowers and fading names, a family has gathered— not bound by blood, but by something far more enduring: the simple truth that no one leaves forever. They are not ghosts. They do not haunt. They stay. In laughter that echoes between leaves, in the hush that falls before the first snow, in the way your name lingers on the air when no one else is there. They gather in invisible rooms just beside the living, close enough to reach— if not to touch. A gardener still tends her roses. A father still hums as sunlight slants golden across the garden wall. A child still plays in the rustle of autumn leaves. They remember us. Not as statues, not as names etched in stone— but as we are: messy, marvellous, still learning. And they cheer us on with a patience the living rarely understand. At night, they light invisible lanterns, and their joy spills into our dreams. They gather under imagined skies, telling their stories— and now, ours— folding our names into their conversations like old friends preparing a place at the table. They do not ask for tears, though they understand them. They’ve cried too. They’ve loved too deeply to ask you not to break a little. But they want you to know— they are happy. Not gone. Not trapped. But finally, wholly free. They walk beside us, though we may not see them. Their hands hover near ours in moments of stillness. Their voices echo in the thoughts we trust most. And when you laugh without knowing why, when peace settles over your chest like a warm blanket, know this: Someone you loved was thinking of you. Still is. Always will. This is the secret the cemetery keeps— not sorrow, but sanctuary. Not farewell, but wait for me. And when the time comes, as it must, you’ll find them not asleep, but waiting— smiling, arms outstretched, your seat beside the fire still warm.

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Date: 5/28/2025 11:06:00 AM
So comforting, Aaliyah. I love the feelings this invokes in the heart. Your language here is beautiful.
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Aaliyah O'Neil
Date: 5/29/2025 6:48:00 AM
I really appreciate your warm feedback. It’s wonderful to know the poem resonated with you. Your thoughtful words about the language are truly encouraging—thank you.
Date: 5/27/2025 6:53:00 PM
Wow. This should be POTD. What vision you possess to view a cemetery this way, Aaliyah. Very impressive. A FAVE for me. Bravo, Gershon
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Aaliyah O'Neil
Date: 5/29/2025 6:47:00 AM
Thank you so much, Gershon. I’m honoured by your kind words and thrilled the poem resonated with you. Your support truly inspires me—thank you for making it a favourite.

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