I feel close to death and this is when God comes close I feel Her holding this pain with grace and a smile in Her warm heart break is here but serenity is near as death scares me no more, I'll get on this floor, I'll cry and wean from the supple breast of Great Mother and trust death to show me my way.
This is an original, unpublished poem by Hunni Bloom.
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