Better men than I now stand
with backs to gauzy veil
then step to mount
the feathered bridge
that arches o'er the dale
their feet once anchored by this clay
swift climb to lambent clouds
with shoulders wrapped in mystery
bright stars upon their brows
they shed the dust of mortal life
it drifts behind like snow
til joyously they stand at last
'fore gates thrown open wide
by hands of those who went before
to welcome them inside
Humberto Abreu - 2018
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Looking at Yesterday
PoetryA collection of musings on our collective journey. [Note: I am moving some of my previously published standalone items into this collection.]
