November 14, 2001 5:09 a.m. pst
"SoulGrief"
For Sheryl and For Jon
The beginning of our life arrives at the moment of our death,
Yet that doesn't begin to console the raging hearts of the still living,
Or explain the loss and pain to our children and family.
We can accomplish much in our scant hours of existence in this plane,
Yet there always seems to be unfinished business to be done,
And the clock doesn't stop for the rest of the world.
The world will grieve, and the individual souls will, too
Yet nothing can stop the pain which those who are left will feel
For days, for months, for years, until the passing arrives for them as well.
This is the blessing and the curse of mankind.
Yet sometimes nothing can prepare us for the suddenness of a life's eradication.
I awake each morning and I greet the spirits,
As the ancestors of humankind have done for generations:
"It is a good day to die"
The righteous and the just prepare for passing with each moment in the sun.
Yet nothing can help to stop the tears from streaming down the faces
of the survivors.
Nothing this feeble soul can muster will serve to cause
SoulGrief to flee,
Because SoulGrief is our connection with the minds and hearts of
Our Loved Ones.
SoulGrief will permeate our beings, and rack our physicality with pain.
SoulGrief is a cry to heaven and a shout into the bowels of Gaia's
Rock hard permanence.
There are hallowed hallelujahs harboring wonderful soulmemories
You will share these deeply while you suffer your SoulGrief.
There again is nothing anyone can say.
He was a man, a father, a lover, a friend.
He was imperfection with a purpose, and
Although for him, perfection is attained,
The hole he has left behind can only be filled by memory
Love,
And
SoulGrief.
I stop my daily life for a moment to grieve with you.
Yet I know this cannot console you much.
The door to all of life's mysteries lies beyond the final living breath.
"It is a good day to die"
Yet nothing can serve to answer why
To those of us left behind this morning.
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