Holy Tryst

by

Lee Emmett

as mother died
her last breaths came softly
she was ready to meet
her ancestral hosts

into deep night
her soul leapt above us
straight to the warm arms
of her waiting lord

we kept quiet vigil
in awe of her journey
each knew our turn
would come in its time

fear of the moment
of soul’s sacred passage
gave way to wonder,
tenderness, love

life left her body
as spirit rose mightily
into bright heavens
received by her god

upturned hands rest now
white, still and silent
cool as a monument
testament to peace

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