Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Morning You Died


The morning you died
The glorious light in the east
Just before sunrise pulled me to the
Side of the road, so I could stop in the silence
Before the dawn, and take the new light
Into my heart, pausing to simply breathe in the new day.

Just breathe.  Just take it in,
And be in the quiet beauty of the summer morning.
“Each day, each moment is precious,” you’d tell me, again
reminding me that life is to be lived, with everything we have.

The morning you died
I shared coffee with an old friend,
Our laughter filling the café with good times,
Our friendship old and alive, rich with promise
For this special day. 

The morning you died, I watered my garden, so the
Flowers would bloom again, and the seeds I had planted
Would give us food when summer ran into fall,
When the leaves would turn to gold and fly away in the wind,
Promising to come again next spring.

Next year, spring will come again, yet you are gone.
I will hear your laughter, and your delicious humor,
And your love of being with everyone in the garden of our lives.
You, teaching us, once again, that life is to be enjoyed,
And every moment is part of the dance we call
Life, and you will remind us, once again,
That we don’t really die, that life is just
Part of the dance, part of the circle, and we are all
One.


--Neal Lemery

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