Alpha and omega. Beginning and end. In this mortal world, we are all that lies in between. We are the brink of laughter and the deluge of tears that show we coexist. We are the warm embraces and the silent stillness that say we understand.
We are intricately woven into the very nature of existence. We are the early morning song birds, the trickle of the mountain stream, and the rustle of the wind in the trees. We are the fragrance that lingers from spring lilacs, and the scent of impending rain. We are the salty foam of the sea and the warmth of the sun. We are the stones that stumble upon the path, yet we are the stars that light the way through the night. Though we are merely dust, with breath we are everything in this life.
Our vision is clouded by tears, and we are thankful for those who guide us. We have no words as they are thwarted in our throats…we resort to utterances only God understands. The weight upon our shoulders sags until the pain twists it’s way through our stomachs. These are the things we don’t have to say because we sway together in tune to this dance of love, life, and loss.
As the cycle of life comes full circle, we feel as if we are caught in the wave, the eddy of life and death. We are sucked in, pulled under, and are close to drowning. We feel helpless watching a loved one catch that final ride home. As we grasp with our own pain at seeing him suffer and wither away, we will rejoice in that life that was, is, and will ever be woven within the fabric of our own. We will continue to love and remember until our own time comes to an end.
We feel as if we are losing an appendage… it hurts and we’ve lost balance. We teeter and must learn to walk again. May we become more sensitive to the delicate balance of nature. May we be wiser to our lessons, and not take people or things for granted. May we revel in memory, but may we be as joyful in the making of new ones in every moment. May we see every life as a splash upon the soul and soak it in. May we let it cleanse, rejuvenate, and sustain us. May we accept the grace this life has to offer.
We selfishly wonder how we will ever come to accept this empty space that will be left in our hearts, at our dinner table, in our family pictures, and in our lives as we know it to be. And a space is just that, a dash between two lifetimes; the one we’ve had here and the one to come. Life does not end in death, for it is only the beginning of another journey….
More so in tragedy than in triumph, we learn who are important in our lives. The outpouring of love, support, and prayers from friends, family, and even complete strangers unite and strengthen us. As we continue in our struggle in coming to terms with and making our way through what is happening right in this moment and in the days to come, may we find strength and peace to carry us through.
My Boy Blue
In a hurry, you dart in and out
like the minnows in your fishing bucket
You can never just be,
always have to cast that line
as far as your arm can reach
from the edge of the river bank
You always hook us with laughter
from your sideline of wisecracks
And so you love and you give
with a heart bigger than the sun
Your spirit of adventure,
your quest to live,
dances in your devilish grin
and twinkles through your blues
It’s always been your eyes,
could be their bright color
or that tinge of sadness that lingers,
But always you’ll be my boy blue
Time only allows us but a while
to collect the rocks of memory
I reach into murky waters
and grab all that I find
I toss them with the minnows
darting in and out of my heart,
nibbling away at me
Hold tightly to that line, my brother,
and fight with all you can muster
No matter how swift the water runs,
it’ll always take you home