First, mere dust, Adam
Then God nudged Abraham
To look up at the stars and count
His progeny of promise, many.
Generations passed… a girl child
Was born one September, made
From stardust and earthen ash
Which shimmered prismatic in
Crescent moon’s light… She was
Sapphire-eyed, heart weighted with
Words which raged and tumbled
Pouring out to fill fountains and wishing
Wells… Poetry springing, moving like
Singing stream for decades.
Then day arrived that, pewter-haired
And vision dimmed—no looking back
Heaven’s forward—with whispered
Breath she spun slowly ’round, no
Disorientation, and fell into benign
Death’s arms… Vast sky was awed
As stardust rose in fine shower
Glittering miles of indigo…
Host of angels welcomed her Home.
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