I attended a funeral yesterday, a familiar ritual that reminds us of our unfailing vulnerability. A funeral reminds us of priorities and realigns our view of ourselves and our relationships with others. I attended a funeral yesterday. It was a good ache.
PASSED
Passed, just a few days ago now . . .
a living, breathing soul, into an eternity
that is only one tick away from our own beating hearts,
an eternity that surrounds everything we can ever know.
Passed into the eons of time that we can never know again
are his life and soul, but not his love.
His love, that surrounds us and that is unsurpassed,
is passed into our lives like the late autumn glow of the maple
down by the road.
It colors the tone of our breath and bone.
It sings the song of our memories.