Beam

Oh, what a morning’s flight
set in motion

I am still
barefoot
running
falling
grateful
broken
and sure of nothing

Out from under the cloud of
debris
and memory and grief
I wish for a Blessed Beam
of quiet knowing
again

That human beauty
is in the
hands that touch
eyes that see
ears that hear
and hearts that beat
gently

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