I heard a fly buzz — when I died.
— Emily Dickinson
It was the silence of saints filling the room that Martha heard.
Shooshing shuffling
filing down into around
To usher? To accompany?
She could see to see
black space galaxy
bright coast splendid tree.
I know the exact moment the portal opened
and Martha was extracted
from flies and rooms
and took off
to
glory
is all we can say.
Saints and stars and light.
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Suzan is a true spiritual intuitive who has a heart that grasps the mystery of the Holy. Her words speak to the soul.