FEATURED IN: The “A Place to Start” Group on 11/28/11
RoyAllenHunt © November 18, 2011
Sometimes when we’ve found ourselves in those places we once frequented
and our minds are flooded with images and sounds and taste and smells
of a time we once knew,
we’ll wonder why we were in that space at just that instant.
It was the memory of the gone that called us there.
In quietude, sometimes in the maddening noise that fills us
in the rush of our lives, when we
perhaps, have lost our way and are questioning who we even are
when our activity is crashed to a halt
and we feel suspended from thin strings as though we were marionettes
left unattended and no more of use,
the gone they will sing songs to soothe us back to ourselves
to restart us like the music player suddenly powered-on again.
When we are near to stepping off into the void
from the high precipice called life
it will be the memory of the gone that will reach out for us
and pull us back from the edge.
The gone will remind us that our time is not yet come
With flashes of who we were through their eyes the gone will remind us
of what we meant to them in their lives.
We will be pulled back and turned round to continue on
till the curtain is rung down.
And one day with a sense of wholeness, of completeness,
after a day of long sighs, the gone will be gone to us no more.
life and death, the here and now and the hereafter