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A Second Sight
by R.E. Slater
There is no second sight in passage,
we grope towards futures blind,
hopeful, brave, unknowing,
believing kinder days lie ahead.
And on that morning's final day,
And on that morning's final day,
when death doth come arising,
may it be quick, incautious, merciful,
met like any other day's mourning.
As there is an end to life in death,
As there is an end to life in death,
so is there an end to death in life,
each measuring the other's half,
testing vigor, strength, and soul.
Meeting winter’s end with fairer spring,
Meeting winter’s end with fairer spring,
waking small flowers to rise and greet,
each one blessed, unique, e'er frail,
refrains to tomorrow’s hope reshaped.
- R.E. Slater
- R.E. Slater
October 15, 2013
In honor of my father's passing this day
*Adapted, “Head in the Clouds”
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In honor of my father's passing this day
*Adapted, “Head in the Clouds”
@copyright R.E. Slater Publications
all rights reserved
We grope towards our future blind
It's kinder that way.
On the mourning of her final day,
she came to her death clear-eyed,
brave, unknowing.
And when the snow melts,
spring has come,
there is an end to war.
One small flower
blessed, unique,
will flower no more.
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