Passed Over: Tanka


Dearest Margaret
Lives in a higher place now
Showers me with light
I am humbled by her gift
And, she says, not before time

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on November 30, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Beautifully and lovingly written, Ben. 🌹

    Liked by 1 person

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