With softness and kindness,
understanding and care,
she walked a path open
being guided by air.
She listened and questioned,
trying not to look back.
Her gifts are now limitless,
when she doesn’t feed lack.
Her angel is with her
each moment, each day.
Her visions renewing,
she’s finding her way.
To open her senses,
more subtle and still,
her life is thus quiet,
needing less of a thrill.
Yet thrill she receives,
in this space of unknown.
For he hugs her and loves her
even though he has flown.
His flight is hers too now,
as she looks to the sky.
Her mind starts to ease,
and she asks less the why.
More the focus is grace,
understanding divine.
Settling in for the ride,
she expands into time.
No beginning or end
just eternal life given,
overlapping the circles
intertwining, forgiven.
About the Creator
Constance Hart
My muses are colors, emotions, and expanded consciousness. I'm known as a Color Therapy Expert, Spiritual Guide, and Writer. I'm living/writing through the loss of my husband in physical form, while I experience him in non physical realms.
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