Reblogged in honor of a dear friend who just lost her daughter and who is holding her grandson in her arms as we speak.
Stand with 10,000 ghosts
Hear their last words
Hurrying to the river
Running into the trees
Shedding this life for new
Drop your envy and yearning on the ground
Nestle your love in the rocks’ mortar
Be part of the wall that stays behind
Shelter the lost and the growing
Reach your arms to the sun and the blue
Photo taken at Tuzigoot National Monument in Arizona. Written to honor the passing of the son/grandson of two long-time friends.
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