The greatest of all human blessings
Maybe it’s because I encountered death early in life that it holds no fear for me.
I was only nine or ten when my school friend died. Jane had a heart condition that meant she was physically weak and fragile, and most days she would have to stay in the classroom at playtimes. I would often choose to sit inside with her, keeping her company. I remember her pale and delicate heart-shaped face that always reminded me of a fawn; those huge eyes that suggested age and wisdom far beyond her years. When she died, I wrote a poem at school about my sadness and loss that also helped me to understand and come to terms with what had happened.
Light show
The interval is over.
Time is called.
Now!
How long have I hoped to hear those words?
Aeons, and lifetimes, and incarnations, and contracts
All building so beautifully, so purposefully up to
This moment,
Instantly.
Every tiny adjustment signalling a momentous
Move that could not be known or understood
Before
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