Once, I saw the face of god.
For a pure moment that lasted
decades, that were an eternity,
I lived with god, in the light
of love once shared with her.
We were a beacon, shining
in the night of the world.
We were the light of god.
And, for the rest of my life,
I cling, like a weeping pilgrim,
to the light of a love that cannot
be dimmed by mere death.
I pray to the light, that is her,
that the memory of love will burn,
Like the face of god.


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