Spilling Light
Jill Anderson
You have spilled your light now, drizzled it across those you love like a happy child sloshes frosting across a cake.
There you are, haloed with sparks of light, re-membered at last, a walking prayer.
Why must one die in order to honor what we have compromised along the way? Why is the shiniest gift wrapped in angst? But there you have it--the soul set free.
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