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Tara’s baby nearly ready to be born: angel poem

To birth, ahead I go, to Light the Way that Lights may go, and Love their lives to dust. A golden Love that grows, and grows and grows. An angel kneeling in the night by candle light. She rises with wings outstretched and bids ‘good speed’ , (Goodspeech). A sound of wings remains, a memory of delight, and a cure, life’s cure, to begin once again the dance that is CLARITY –a clear day, one blue day.