Where?
Where has it Gone,
that light, that spark,
that love that looked into mine?
What has it to do with that cold clay?
It's here,
here,
here,
here in my heart.
She is in me,
around me.
Nothing in that clay
-Anzia Yezierska-
The change is astonishing when breath and life depart
and all there is left are the cremains.
I look at this dust
it is loved, it is revered.
But it is only particles.
No Physical presence that Gaye ever existed.
Where has she gone?
Interpretations differ according to belief and experience.
An epic war I pray endlessly to comprehend.
There is one certainty, I know without a Doubt.
Gaye lives on through the things she has taught me
and in ways that has profound impact in my life.
So, in the weeks, months, years that lie ahead for me
in this Less Gaye Physical World,
I will feel, I will experience, I will love.
I will encounter Life and think:
"I wonder. Yes maybe that's a part of Gaye living in me."
Perhaps, that is part of the answer....
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