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


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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