With one foot on the earth

With one foot on the earth,

rich soil laced with life

and the other foot stepping on

galaxies in universes unknown,

I am suspended, aloft,

stretched between worlds.

Yesterday you offered a sign.

Into my hand you placed a stone

with a heart painted in crimson.

Then, while laying by your grave,

in the middle of the day,

spent from crying,

slowing being restored

by the warming arms of the sun,

a nudge sat me up and sent me walking.

Moments later I found that very stone

in this very material world, on the

grave of my friend's husband.

From the galaxy of souls,

through the portal of my heart,

a sign confirms that

you

are

everywhere.