Meditation in White (Lilies)
Clouds pass my high window quickly, abandoning the blue.
Indefinite mass, indeterminate, impersonal
as only intimates may know.
Though you lay there, nothing remained in the bed.
Which is the blank page’s gift, the monotone
or a suggestion of mist and stripped bones.
The nurse marked the passage with pen on paper.
Renewal, departure. A rising.
I accept the ash of suffering
as I accept our destination, the morning
and its offerings, with you in synthesis,
complete and empty, shaded in contrast,
wilting, as another opens. Laughter eases the way.
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This was first published in Shadowtrain, and made its first appearance here in March 2016.
O at the Edges 
How nice is that!
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Thank you, John.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Lynne!
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Very moving, lovely.
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I’m so pleased you like it. Thank you.
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Most welcome, Sir 🙂
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Reading this gives me a sense of what was is no longer, life’s book opened to a fresh blank page … a sense of loss and gain merging … an opportunity and a mandate.
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I may no longer be a blank page, but much has been crossed out and revised.
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Revision an essential to continuing!!
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So true, as I am even now discovering/affirming!
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So moving. My son died, and this captured the emotions beautifully.
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Thank you very much. I am so sorry to hear about your loss. My apologies for the delayed reply. I somehow missed your comment when it was originally posted.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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