All over town, and further still,
we keep our quiet individual vigils,
which join naturally in collective light,
for a sister well into her nineties
who, we’ve been advised, is ‘waiting
for the call.’ She’s quiet at home
with family, no longer receiving
visitors. Knowing the life she’s lived,
of love and joy and dance, of community
and healing others, it’s no surprise to know
she is waiting peacefully, seeing visions.
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