They say my husband
was over 900 years old when he died
We got old
Not living in the past
Or the future
but in the now.
We would walk back
to the gates of the Garden
Where the stooped Cherubim
with tarnished sword stood.
We wept.
Then we turned
And in the cool of the evening
walked home
talking with God
because we knew
He was there.
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