ON LEAVING.

ON LEAVING.

The last thing I saw was the blue, the green and the clouds.

The last thing I heard was the wind, the cows and the wires.

The last thing I felt was the wind, the hand of a friend and the pain.

The last thing I thought was the sadness, the fear and the courage.

The first thing I reached for was the love of my friends, my family, the Lord and the grace of the future.

Farewell past.

Welcome the beautiful unknown.

Anon

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