In Return

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When we hurt,

grief wants nothing more

than to light a candle

and sit with us

in our keening.

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If we look it in the eye

we’ll see

its soft depth

as it holds us tenderly

to the flame.

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And when we’re ready

we’ll hold it in return

and watch the spiral

of warm smoke

rise to the sky.

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© 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo from Pixabay

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