The air between our spirits hangs with bittersweet retrace
I hang upon your every breath, measuring the pace.
Shallow and disjointed now, your breath escapes your breast
With each rise and fall of chest, a fading light so blessed.
Once a shimmering, vibrant hue which twinkled in the sun
Now retired to ashen tone as another journeys begun
The tempo of expelling breath is slowing down its pace
And Holy Spirit descends with love into this quiet space
This space between the here and there
where earthly form divests
From air within tired lungs, till finally...
you rest
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