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Corinthia

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Watched from the near edge, eagle wings in Flight,
Sailed across the stars, saved the boy from Night;
Willed across the worlds, cried unto the Gods,
Cradled close my heart, leaving me to Nod's.

Wade out to the shore, walk unto his Side,
Be forever friend, dance the blushing Bride.
Sail across the sea, render unto Him;
Make your joyous noise, keep the sorrow Slim.

Coming 'last to home, bed b'neath the Moon;
Sorrow's blanket spread, nightfall coming Soon.
Resting dearly earned, peaceful dreams of Spring;
Seeing you again, when our souls take Wing.
This poem is based, in part, on a comment I recently heard from a religious scholar of some renown.

This gentleman was discussing the subject of widow(er)s. He discussed at some length a belief that when one partner in a couple that has found true love dies before the other, their soul remains "just outside of perception" to appear in dreams, help guide and nurture, etc. until their lover joins them... whereupon they pass to the next life/afterlife/what-have-you together.

He did a much better job than I, describing it. It gave me a sense of peace and comfort, somehow. I've never felt particularly keen to adhere to such an easily grasped notion of the greater nature of reality, but perhaps the sense of comfort which I experienced while listening to this gentleman is itself a sign that everything really does work out well in the end. Figuratively speaking... God gives hugs?

This poem is descriptive of the two key women in a man's life: his mother, at the beginning of his life, and his lover, at the middle and at the end.
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