We breathe in relief,
the sunkissed reassurance,
the glow of healing-will-come.
We lean into Love, Love, Love,
in whatever form she takes:
from unexpected laughter
to the candle-spark
to the crooked smile of our beloved
to the dreams where we meet our lost ones again
(if only for a day)
to the death of all that came before
to the birth of all that will be,
all that is,
that is,
that is.