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Your opalescent words relay a message
Of surrender and new-found youth.
And movement, you say, is no longer
A struggle. I assmued that you were with Him,
But you correct me. It is better than
That, you say, in a preverbal tongue
That only I can comprehend. Tears stream
Down my upturned face, as I tell you
That guilt still cries in my soul.
I did not fully grasp your purpose,
Why you served a pain-filled life sentence here.
And why, when you took your leave of mortal
Souls you touched witn uninhibited,
Unconditional love, love not asked for,
And often not returned, and earthquake
Shook my soul. A soft sigh of
Pain and soothing warmth escapes
Your lips, and wraps itself around me,
Lifting me to heights only imagined.
Where I understand, at last, that
You knew. You knew when I did
Not, that a part of my heart
Belonged solely to you. A flicker
Of your eyelids drops a velvet cloak
Around your ethereal form, and then is whisked
Away into the swirling atmosphere.
But not before your hand squeezes mine in a
Moment of understanding and total
Unity. A surreal touch that gives me strength,
Your strength, to obtain peace and
Completeness in my life. Saint Maxine,
Your soul lives forever in my heart.