Just some thoughts about aging and death, 7/8/22
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most