friday 20 april 02007 10:08am
walking out the door: a prayer

one last look before i leave. she is smaller now, and paler still: pale pink, white, bits of bright, her golden stamens loose and low and deep fuschia hearts of something rising above them.

the light, now the light is coming right through her; oh, translucent, trans-lucent: the light comes through.

may we be translucent, all of us: may the light come through.