danced to her music,
God-sister and voice.
New like the snow, she sang,
and I was the snow on an armchair,
and in unseen arms I was hidden and known.
To see him, to see him
happy.
Oh, when snow was dancing to her music,
and I was dancing to His snow,
when He began to fill every space.
Me without words,
Him with all.
Time taking me far,
to see Him, to see Him,
happy.
Written on January 26 in my living room. White in the air. Thank You, Lord, for Karen Peris.
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