Grace
Listen to the nothing. You can hear it
In between your heartbeats for so long
That your lungs have centuries to rest.
Understand your death and do not fear it.
Dying is the moment in a song
When the singer has to fill his breast
And a note is waiting. To appear, it
Finds the pitch where feeling will belong.
Where it lands, its frequency, is best
Sung an octave higher than your Spirit.
Listen to the nothing. It is strong
In the blessing given to the blessed.
Poetry by Stephen Lefebure may be found in his own volume, Rocks Full of Sky, and in Wild Song – Poems of the Natural World and Going Down Grand: Poems from the Canyon, two anthologies of nature poetry. His work may also be found in journals like Wilderness, The Literary Review, Chicago Studies, Weber Review, Bombay Review, Carmina Magazine, and Bangalore Review. He lives in Evergreen, Colorado, USA.
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