Finding Rest.

Where shall we go from here?

The one who stood so tall

has been, by time, felled

amidst the growing wood.

~

There is silence here, but it aches

to find words proper, emotion

appropriate.

It is loss.

~

Will we survive him here?

Can flight be learned

before the ground scatters the nest?

Or will it be too soon to fly?

~

May you find freedom there.

This world was not your home,

but it was a house; greet

the family there РAmen.

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