Dazzling color drains
from expansive
horizon, no longer
dancing with brilliance,
burdened, as a sky during
prolonged gray rain —
heaven weeping
through grief
and loss,
questioning
existence, being,
belonging.
Sound fades;
tonal qualities
slide into deeper
registers, finally
slipping into
silence
so profound
its transcendence seeps
into innermost hollow —
its salve soothes,
embraces,
embalms.
Motion slows,
adjusts to suit
current mood
which commands
no further activity.
stillness.
where frenzy
once reigned,
candle’s burst of
flame is relinquished,
replaced by awakened
mystery.
Who am i when weary,
porous vessel gives way
to one that follows?
when music morphs
into wind’s whisper?
when grasping turns
to discover serenity’s
benediction?
is this still me, or is this
resurrection?
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© Julia Penner-Zook, 2019
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