Friday, November 17, 2017

Nash's White Rose Procession - Farewell

Memories and visions are what remains



  

Quietly, we sit
Feeling for him - Feel him
Listening for him - Hear him
He settles among us





It is a remarkable thing.  I feel I did right by Nash in the end.  Not until he rest on the alter did I see.




Someday rainbow gates will open again, and he will begin anew.  



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