Journey's end

Brief days are most precious:
How we love them all.
While we stay
Bones articulate the will
And skin will bravely cover,
But hairless flesh is prey
Even to slouching predators
Or the death that lies within.

Still in folds of earth
A lid will mimic sleep,
Deep in remembrance of a happy day.
A picture keeps a ray of joy
Unending,
Mixed as it is with tears.

Does the rain speak of God’s lost impulse,
Or is rain all we know?
Love and the work of loving hands
Remain,
Where fickle deities come and go.


For little Masaman, Spring 2009

Journey's end

panda65

London, United Kingdom

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Some of you will have followed the very sad events that played out on my dear friend Lavender Moon’s page over the weekend. It was a story of love and hope and struggle and loss. We were all touched by her compassion for a creature thrown into the world without the necessary equipment to survive, and yet who fought his hardest to make it through, and who liked nothing more than to be wrapped up in his towel and held. I was moved to write this poem: please don’t read it as “good” or in any way self-regarding; it’s just an effort to make some kind of “sense”, if that’s the right word, and to pay respects. If you want to know more, please visit Lavender Moon, from whose journal I took the title, and start somewhere in mid-May. Naturally, I am posting this with her knowledge and consent.

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