There is no date of my passing
On this cold stone,
Only my one name.
Those were tough times
When etchings in granite
Cost diamonds.
My name was a jewel
Captured from a life
Gone with the waves of time, as I.
I recall not my arrival or departure
As this jewel,
For it’s been ages.
I have many names now
As I have come and gone
More than once.
For each earthly visit,
We all leave a snippet of our soul,
Waiting for a kind voice
Uttering our names,
And once heard, we gather ourselves up
Like flowers for a new display.
This is how it is.
Names are themselves souls.
So today I will gather myself up
For a new coming.
Thank you, my friend.
Copyright © August 8, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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