On returning

On returning

an ancient door

spills light onto the space

within. Quietness envelops

those who tread here. It is a step

back to where no troubles have

occurred. No death only transition.

Mismatched glass seems strangely

unbroken in an alcove eastward window

atop hangs a sacred heart for the love which

moves us beyond our self within and without.

~ rhannu os ti isio ~ do share ~





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