A healing light

I did not come for this --
or did I?
Did I not come
to carry out a sacred trust,
a duty rarely shirked?
Did I not come to get some time
I might not otherwise have had
with someone who needs me less and less?
Did I not come to check in with old friends,
to share and share alike?
Or did I know from the start
that there would be an angel,
and a star;
a harp strummed softly in the room below,
three friends to know me as I know myself,
three friends and an angel
to hold me in their hearts,
to share the longings and the joys,
the losses and the hopes;
and a light beyond the window
to heal a wounded soul.


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