and she is dying
And she is dying well
with dignity and love and light
She is my friend
and she has been, in my life,
a great source of strength and light
and still she shines
Her body is giving up
but her spirit soars
she radiates love
frail now, and looking older than she is
but, her inner beauty remains
she is my friend
and I will miss her
but for now
we make the most of what we have
This fragile line we walk
between friend and pastor
confidante and minister
is not sharp, the edges blur
Her light is shining here
and we make the most of it
and I know, we know,
that light will continue to shine
in Heaven
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