Where do you go my little light?
Your mind is far from me.
Come back to me.
Is it hard to find your way?
My little light, stay here with me a little longer.
Don’t let your mind continue to slip away.
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NPM 20
The way it happens, you wouldn’t give it a second thought.
Slowly it starts.
The changes are imperceptible.
You think she’s just being a little crazy.
Stubborn.
Weird.
It’s something else. They get this way when their sugar is too high.
She’ll be fine.
How could you know?
How could any of us know?
Maybe it’s when she stopped watering the flowers in the morning.
Maybe it’s when she stopped getting up to pray.
I don’t know.
By the time we realized what was happening, it seemed so sudden.
I still cannot bring myself to say the word.
Saying it gives it life.
Even when there’s no denying it, I still will not say the word that breaks me when I see others her age thrive.
I will not say the word that makes me question the fairness of life and fight with God.
So I kiss her face, the one they say I so resemble, and caress it softly like a child.
I try to make her focus on me, when she seems miles away.
NPM 17
My body remembers the movement to old music.
Dancing by the big window on the third floor at lunch.
I loaned you one of my skirts.
Turns and turns.
I taught you steps.
It feels so long ago those Friday evenings when it was just you and me.
Or those nighttime walks with the pups that turned into dance sessions and impromptu choreography.
I hear old songs and I’m taken back to rehearsals with the girls.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Not a one, two, three, four.
It’s a kick, ball-change, followed by a turn clap clap.
We made notes on the paper table cloth as we ate crepes and drank coffee.
A group will enter here, she’ll have a solo there, everyone will come together in the chorus.
Do you remember the one where we jumped off the stage?
Or how about the one where we moved like skeletons?
I loved the one where I made you tutus and I can’t forget the one where I made you wings.
Sometimes I remember the one where we all cried. Oh, there were a few of those.
And sometimes the songs and movements just blend into a dance that has spanned decades.
It never ends, just goes on and on, song after song.
NPM 21
There is nothing left for you among the dead.
Leave this barren place, He is not here.
The tomb is empty.
He is alive.
He is risen.
Death has been conquered.
Leave the dead things behind, he has made all things new.
NPM 19
It was at Golgotha…
Three crosses lined up at Calvary.
A sacrifice was made.
A body broken.
The cruelest death.
An abandonment.
Scorned, betrayed, forsaken by all.
But still he went.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
And he did it for love.
With his last breathe he conquered death.
“It is finished.”
Famous last words.
A sacrifice was made,
and it was for love.
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