The impending death of one of the gentlest, most nourishing people I’ve ever known prompted this.
Life’s journeys hold no promise giv’n
Save that we find ourselves, anon
Tho it may be in guise that’s hidden
Familiar not to those long-gone
What we will face is yet revealed
By those whose names lie buried deep
Agreements made and not repealed
Affirming that which we must keep
That linger over time and tide
’Cross centuries; countries; family; friends
Despite those gulfs, they do abide
And with our growth do make amends
For friends ne’er notice what we fail to be
But celebrate what we become
Hearts savor what our eyes can’t see
And quicken at our coming home
Now softest touch of shades at hand
As beings extend for our next course
To shepherd us to our new land
And sing at our embrace with Source
So knowest this: we sing for you
Not you, nor we, are left alone
With aching hearts’ unclouded view
We celebrate your going home
Stephen Bolles
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18 November 2013