Emergence In This Late Hour Sometimes I am comforted by

Sometimes I am comforted by envisioning the invisible

⁣⁣The innumerable caravan

Hand engraved lily of the valley signet ring

the sky a loom of glowing threads

Emergence In This Late Hour Sometimes I am comforted bySometimes I am comforted by envisioning the invisible, painting the unseeable. In a moment of grief, I created this tiny enameled scene depicting a gray sky with golden souls ascending from this world into the next. As I worked, I thought too, of those of us left behind after loss, and the words from one of my poems came to mind: To sing the air where scent of your hair fades, and bathe in light that falls where you cannot sleep. These pendants are