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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Those who cannot be lost

May you know that absence is full of tender presence and
that nothing is ever lost or forgotten.
May the absence in your life be full of eternal echo.
                                                          John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes
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there are empty places
in my soul
where people were

once alive
now gone
once close
now distant

people I loved
people who loved me

loneliness
echoes in the spaces
where warmth
and love once lived

and yet hallowed
presence remains
ghostly wraiths

of moments captured
touches remembered
of faces
and smiles

eternal echoes
of those
who cannot be lost
to
the
heart
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For all the Saints, Who from their labors rest

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