Posted in Poetry on October 13, 2016|
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As physical beings, we are subject to the cycle of mortality. We have an allotted amount of time to experience all that a manifest world has in the offering, but we are always subject to the greater laws of life and death. This writing is a call to be fully present in all of life’s gifts;and the one we often choose to numb ourselves to is that of loss.
Loss is an all consuming hunger that is fed by our sorrow and grief. It thirsts for our tears of remembrance and is filled only when we give the most treasured of memories served on our finest china.
This is the season of honoring the ancestors and the memories that bring us pain and joy. Loss knocks heavily now and we must answer the call..
You have become a
Familiar companion
Not one of my choosing
For you are never sought out.
Once before you knocked
On my door seeking refuge
Hungry and needing.
The days stretched on
As you were made guest
In my home but you
Faded into the background
As new life came bursting
In a sorrow-filled space.
You stood at a distance
Looking on and watching as
Life transpired and others
Took you in.
There was still the remnant
Of your having been my guest
A reminder that flooded in
Unannounced and overwhelming
In its need for release.
Your imprint tattooed upon
My heart that was revealed
In my gallery of remembered
Sound or word or thought.
You have come once again
Knocking at my door
But this time you beat
Upon it unrelenting in
Desire to seek entry.
And I knowing the ways of
Life and the promises made
In the gifting of that life I
Am bound to let you in.
I know that you will stay
For as long as is needed
To feed your hunger and
To leave your mark.
I will treat you as my
Most treasured guest
And offer to you the
Sweetest of my memories.
For you and I are now one
We share the secrets of the
Ways of life and the surrender
To death’s call and you will
Leave me for another
When the time is at hand.
Once again your room will
Remain readied awaiting the
Next return.
Your parting gift a profound
Reminder of the fragility and
Beauty of Life’s creations and
The admonition to celebrate that
Life and all who stand within it.
For loss is ever present and
When it knocks upon the peace
Of your home you will always
Let it in.
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