Her life was luminescent, her poetry, more so. In the end, verses that she penned became her life and her obituary. Best to let her speak for herself through her words. Sophia, which is Wisdom? Yes. Salvation? Likely.
In her poem, Landscape, she wrote, “Every morning I walk like this around / the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.” Her last walk, real or remembered, may have been on January 16, 2019.
