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Then came
The angel of death
With gentle words
And sacred tidings.
Quiet and rest.
Gentleness and peace.
Extending a hand and a smile.
A guide.
A companion.
In the end,
We are not alone.
As we rise
Into the rhythm of light,
The expanse of glory,
The illumination of holiness,
To become one with the Infinite,
To become one with the pulse
Of the Divine.
"Angel of Rest" © 2019 Alden Solovy and www.tobendlight.com. All rights reserved.
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