Prayer

This small cold hour
of silence is
lowly and dim.
I have lit 
a tiny nightlight for
each one gone
and trust they are together
beings in bliss
who know no trial or tangle
as this earthly place
requires of us.  I trust
their world is clean and bright
with beams of joy and grace
where nothing spoils its perfect space
or mars its pure spotlessness, 
a place of peace
where all is warm and all is love,
their wings encompassing enough
to stretch around us here below
to solace us, the ones they left behind,
our daily sorrow.

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