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  • a moment to pause
    on a brilliant morning
    with sunbeams dancing across the windowsill
    and time stretching out
    before me
    as only the errant weekday off
    in the middle of the week
    and all its decadence can bring
    a moment to pause
    as my fingers
    wander keyboard
    and screens of information flash by
    when before me appears
    your obituary
    from almost a year ago
    a moment to pause
    a moment to recall
    your white hair
    and how you were exactly
    yes, e-x-a-c-t-l-y seventy years older
    than my youngest son
    a moment to remember
    how we each loved thinking
    and life
    and how you offered me solace
    in your basement library
    where we would talk about Philosophy
    and the common good
    a moment to recall
    how you walked my son in circles
    around your house
    and discussed every mask and statue
    and dust mote
    and oiseau
    while I tended to the technology work at hand
    and I said
    "sometimes... you have to have faith."
    and this made perfect sense to you
    a moment to recall
    that on my bookshelf
    are the copies of William James and Emerson's works you gave me
    and the Geranium you brought to my door
    to say thank you
    A moment to recall
    how when I began teaching
    I dreamed I met you in a library
    and I told you
    "I'm teaching now"
    because I knew you understood
    a moment to pause
    and find the grace in my heart
    that you brought to my life
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