She steals in quietly
on luminescent wings,
and takes the fears
the much-afraid
of dying
difficult things
and turns them
into courage,
grace,
the strength to hold
death's hand
to take your place
in light--
the source from whence
you came.
She paints you
rainbows
in the rain,
shimmering sun
upon the dew.
She gently opens you
to freedom,
to the joy of flight--
a tender, holy spirit
passes through.
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