Heartsong

If I were to tattoo myself with all the losses along the way
I would be a magnificent creation of art
and the beauty of souls
who have touched this skin
would be a remembrance 
of the incredible depths of love
penetrating my heart
in gratitude
of lives once lived
as each and every one
enlivens my being
with glorious memories…

heartsong

Gone too soon

“The human soul doesn’t want to be advised or fixed or saved.
It simply wants to be witnessed.”
― Parker J. Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness: The Journey Toward an Undivided Life

hallways

Entanglements of sorrow,
crushing despair,
in each remembrance,
I find you there!

Undignified eruptions of a jumbled mind,
untold lamentations
are left behind…

I’m pressed into sadness
at the very core,
unraveled emotions splattered on the floor!

Picking myself up,
I spin out of control,
incoherent screams,
I cannot withhold…

Ranting in the hallways,
shouting at the moon
releasing the anguish,
“He’s gone to soon”…

 

Postscript….Going to the bank to settle his affairs,
a brutal reminder that he’s no longer here…………