To Mingle With Shooting Stars
These tired bones ache
and the futile tears fall
undetected, unrelenting,
like soft rain on a summer
day.
The wind stills in deference
to a radiant light rising
up,
drawing closer, closer
as I crawl to the precipice.
I am about to take my last
voyage,
a great leap in the dark
where faith meets fate,
where screams in dreams are
silenced.
Will I fall like a lead
weight
or sprout butterfly wings;
sink into the fiery depths
or ascend a stairway to
heaven?
Plunged into the frigid darkness,
holy water seeps through my
skin,
coming clean of past
transgressions,
purifying my tarnished soul.
Thunder shakes heaven and
earth,
the sentinel angels have
spoken;
my body and spirit finally
set free
to mingle with shooting
stars.
Colleen Keller Breuning ©
2015
September 1, 2015
For my dear friend Deborah Truitt,
who lost her battle with cancer….
RIP. I love you.
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