And when you spoke, your voice a plaintive cry Not wanting me to see the illness' toll, But I have glimpsed beyond the mortal eye The deep and stainless radiance of your soul.
I have caught your falling tears, transmuting them In the sanctuary of the sacred heart, By the spirit's magic alchemy, to jewels More precious than earth's or heaven's fairest art.
Now I'll guard through all the journeying years This sister soul, this fire ever bright, This gentle dispensation from above Who walks with me from light to greater light.
To Shirley, Beloved Friend, Fellow Traveller
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