I stand here before you.
It is not your memory of me
that will guide you,
but only the faint stirrings
of your own heart
having beaten against mine.
I ask all of you in
my name to cherish
those before you
as well as beyond and
behind; even at a few paces.
Standing together
we gather up our hope
and our deep love,
a few measures
of drunken bliss dreamed
in this short life.
I never cease to exist
not for one moment
though my thoughts and breath
were broken through time.
Pass on all your glory and
love, bidden new each day,
as light strikes the
trees and limbs of your
home, inside the husk
that is your body.
Living on the edge these days,
catching the falling
one way, then another,
but centered in the Wholeness of Light,
I seek my own redemption
and my own love, as yours.
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