Lady Death

You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do now

with death standing over your shoulder.

I’ve never loved you more than I do now

as your body grows weak with surrender.

I no longer have anything to save or shield me

from the heartbreak of your departure.

I look death in the eyes, and I bow to her —

for she does not negotiate or yield.

You have become so a part of me

that I feel no separation between us.

And I know: 

When our Lady ushers you back into the Mystery

what’s left of me will follow you.

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