In a dream — still suffering and dying,
But not yet gone, the way it always feels.
But not yet gone, the way it always feels.
You told me how Jesus himself
Had pressed his body to your
Chest and whispered in you ear:
Chest and whispered in you ear:
“Kindness, love, and understanding are
The highest forms of human consciousness.”
I knew precisely what you meant.
When I reached out to hug you,
It was like air grasping at air: You were there
And you were gone, the way it always feels.
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