I learn today of the passing of a friend’s sister and sit with words of comfort.
After my mother’s passing, I wrote many poems.
This is one:
after her death
mother’s words cool
like brownies in a pan
and yet they warm my mouth and heart
like a lightning bug’s glow in my hand
My greatest comfort though comes from these words of John Squadra:
When you love, you complete a circle. When you die, the circle remains.
And there is this by A.R. Ammons.
The reeds give
way to the
wind and give
the wind away
Which brings me to the passage of wind and these words by Jorie Graham.
A wind moving round all sides,
a wind shaking the points of view out like the last bits of rain ...
May we live fully and well, honoring the veils of view.
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How appropriate this final poem. My sister was buried in an old country cemetery surrounded by fields that will probably be planted with corn in its season. Cold wind and rain broke for a couple of hours and heart-shaped white clouds blessed us. And now the full moon …
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Aniisha, Oh, my, how Beautiful!! Heart-shaped clouds. I am so touched, and yes, now the full moon. Tears of Love. Thank you!!!
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I see what you mean about the final poem. Yes!! Yes. Yes. Yes!
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