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a trice or two
gentle moments catch us unaware
draw us into knowing we share
something deeper than words
shifts into catching our breath
the ululation of screech owls
claws raw the wounds of loss
while mourning doves coo companionable comfort
a sunbeam pierces thunderhead
to light a path between heaven
and earthling and soft peace settles
on a mourning gasp
moments without preparation
startle us into assurance
beyond grief or fear, if only
for that instant