The Formal Feeling

Covered Vase
Marianne Oberg

The Formal Feeling

She called it the formal feeling
For me it has no name
For us both it is a healing
Coming after pain.

She is gone now
Her fear has ceased
Her pain is over
She is at peace.

I am holding that feeling
Fragment though it be
Filled with a sense of yearning
And a desire to really see.

The crucifix in the garden
The birds tapping on the lawn
The silent trees in the morning
The coolness of the dawn.

The day lies before me
The shadow dwells inside
The nameless feeling leaves me
And I wonder why I hide.

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