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Presence
The familiar presence of absence
Nearly listens before being comforted
By a chorus of warm and treasured
Embers of the heart in loving unison
Hovering over flickering votive candles
Representing angels unaware
And numbering one more loss
Than my heart seems capable of enduring.
Their lives and legacies
Form the beautiful tapestry
That I wear every day
As the familiar presence of absence
That I hear
In between distractions.
John Bartelt,
2002
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