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A Voice in the Wilderness

As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there's a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness. -- William O. Douglas

Friday, August 19, 2005

Handwriting on the Wall

She said, ‘death is nothing more than changing clothes.’

I wander from room to room searching for the fragrance of her words.
The rooms are empty and all I hear are the echoes of something missed.
Not even her fragrance lingers.
A voice, her voice, our voice has drifted into darkness.

She changed clothes.
How could I have known?


At Fri Aug 19, 03:40:00 AM MDT, Blogger Renee Wagemans said...

what a poetic way of describing a loss like that

At Fri Aug 19, 04:35:00 AM MDT, Blogger iamnasra said...

I agree with P&W what are poetic way of putting a loss

At Fri Aug 19, 02:07:00 PM MDT, Blogger Beaver said...

its so true... and such a peaceful way of looking at death...

At Fri Aug 19, 02:17:00 PM MDT, Anonymous karena said...

Wow, that is beautiful. Did you write that poem?


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