The Name Spoken

But then she said your name.
Calling your image,
She brought your presence to her;
An embrace of text
That fell around her like a blanket.
Her voice brought what
Her heart had seen.
And that name falling from her lips –
Soothing, strengthening –
I saw you standing next to her.

by Suzanne Bronson on Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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