We have all waded through The tragedy of loss The death of someone loved Has a way of diminishing us It is difficult to bear but there Can be no relief in hope We encounter individuals in life And attach closely in many cases The persons become part of us And we feel part of them When they leave through death They take part of us with them We find ourselves in a flux and Wonder how we can go on Many times we can’t for a while Because we are tied down in grief Regrets at missed opportunities Begin to creep into our psyche Our inner spirit begins to weaken Steps are more difficult to take We abandon what were shared dreams Revert to self-imposed isolation When we eventually come to our surface Nature’s invitations stagger us once more Birds singing or the lapping of water on The shore reminds us again of our loss We can walk slowly through woods or meadows Wade in moving water until tired and broken Nothing we do will return us to what once was The sun rising reminds us of new days Night stars and the moon light reflect the Beauty of what our life was given We slowly come to new realizations New graces will see us through We will be blessed with an empirical Desire to improve and have fresh dreams What was unbearable seems tolerable We were gifted and now give thanks Thankful for the inner-spirit of things Aware of life’s enduring connections We will not give up on life and will Seek new ways of connecting with reality Coldness leaves our body as we wade To the shore to begin a new journey We realize and are thankful that There will always be a spiritual connection We are aware when we hear the bell’s toll That we will do better as we go on Stanski August 2, 2020
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Steve Haarman 