And all at once, her soul lit up the sky
As she became
The wind in my hair
The rain on my face
The sun on my shoulders
The breath in my ear
She whispered I am here
I am there
On the day you left this place,
You guided my hand to your book on the shelf.
You were telling me then that you would still be here
You were saying good-bye
And in heart-words you told me you would still be with me.
And, so on days when I long to say "I'm sorry"
I stand by that bookshelf and my heart murmurs to yours
All the things I never said
Grief is a teacher of mighty things
Mostly, it's refrain: don't wait.
"Do that now", Grief urges.
I used to banter back a reason why I might delay.
Now, I nod and smile.
And, thanks to you, I do.
And that moment of great loss, became moment of great promise.
No longer limited by time and space, the mysteries of spirit both taunt us and care for us.
This has been a year of seeing too many friends gone way too soon.
I've learned how souls dance.
The sparkle in the water,
The freshness of morning,
The butterfly's wings,
The way my soul knows you're there.