Some things are no more.

There are no dark corridors of the soul,

No hidden corners of the mind,

No secret sorrows that fester in solitary recognition.

There is no lingering shadow

Cast over the simple joys of life,

Blocking out sweet shards of light.

Everything is clear and brilliant,

Immense in its own right,

Unfettered by size or shape or form.

Each simple object, concept, word

Becomes a unique and precious gem

When bathed in the light

Of a newly created miracle.

©1997 Gail Von Schlichting

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