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I have been to my grave. It will

be a receptacle for the changing fragrances


of the seasons as soul will mingle with soil

by a lonely water’s edge. Alone, at last,


the heart will be and not a moment too

soon. A lifetime of waiting will be submerged


in a stream of eternal peace. Then I will

know paradise is not words and meanings,


but in the silences in between. That

paradise will be mine at last, and perhaps


God and an occasional visitor will take

note of my attempt at learning this.