Sleep With The Angels Poem by Norah Tunney
Sleep With The Angels
Finally the dark night of depression
wore you down,
you crossed the final frontier-
on the longest day of the year,
you flew away
and left your world of ashen grey.
What can I say?
all I can do is pray-
may your suffering cease,
may your spirit be released,
and may the eternal light
shine upon you and give you peace.
The irreversible rawness of it all. The weight of guilt of loss. Such a difficult writing to create. Each word must not stray from its place. Offering comfort and understanding and compassion. Delivered in prayer-like solemnity. May your suffering cease, may your spirit be released.
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5/5/2024 6:43:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
For him and you, too, no doubt. A soft word amidst tragedy. As the light breaking through the darkness in the picture. Lovely, Norah.
In this tiny wilderness community it was a shock poetesss. I helped clean up the room it felt so surreal.