Agape in an ornate flower arrangement.
Sunflowers like prayers submit to joy and sorrow.
The red-rose pulse of perfume and a mourner’s love.
Healing came by death, not as our passionate petitions hoped
but nonetheless, perhaps, and by faith I know,
godspeed, she went home.
Courage, by seconds, minutes, hours, days
mixed with tears and laughter, sitting amidst and sifting
the lives of...
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