He died on a summer day,
when I heard my thoughts wandered
to his loved ones walking into
their nightmare.
Pain saturating,
paralyzing,
holding them frozen in time.
I wept for him
and I wept for them.
I asked questions about life
and life's meaning.
Questions that may have answers
when I cross the road,
mud on my boots and
love in my heart.
I will be the river that
flows into the ocean,
I will be the bird that glides
above the clouds.
I will be patient,
the answers will be on the shore
that I reach,
on the mountain I climb.
The questions won't have answers
until death.
In death I will drink the wisdom
and savor the knowledge.
I will understand the life
that I had departed.
The questions will be the sunrise,
the answers the sunset.
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Great close, like ying and yang. Is your blog being weird or is it just me?
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DeleteStrong ending to a well written follow through. >KB
ReplyDeleteAyala....I felt the grip of grief so strongly in this poem. It made my stomach clench.
ReplyDeletePassionate, compassionate, with a view for the long term. Lovely.
Lady Nyo
Such a powerful write Ayala!
ReplyDeletedespite the heaviness of the piece I enjoyed the break with the muddy boots... gave me a chance to pause
ReplyDeleteI do think that there are so many things we will not know the answer to until the time is right... After our own death, some things may become very clear. At least I am hoping for that too.
ReplyDeleteThe questions will be the sunrise,
ReplyDeletethe answers the sunset... i like....and i too think that there are things that we only see when this life as we know has ended and we're able to see the bigger picture and understand in fullness...
Compassionate, flowing write. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeletethere are some questions we will never know the answer to...until death that is for sure...and i wonder even then if we will need to know the answers anymore you know...or will we just back in what is when we get there....esp when it comes around understanding why we had to lose someone along the way...
ReplyDeleteLove your write here... heavy and sad like the darkness of a December day... and those ending lines are really strong.. and whatever your mourning is .. my condolences
ReplyDeleteA German theologian, Wolfhart Pannenberg, made exactly this point. He said we won't understand history until it is over - and it's the same with life; we don't realize the effect we have on others, both positive and negative. Too often the only time we get to find out who a person really was is at their funeral. I've lost count of the number of times I've thought, "I didn't knw that about ..."
ReplyDeleteTony
Oh, this is such a hopeful way to think about death.
ReplyDeleteI really like your poem and sincerely hope some of my questions will be answered too when my times comes.
ReplyDelete"Questions that may have answers
when I cross the road,
mud on my boots and
love in my heart."
My favorite lines!
to be able to have a satisfaction and total understanding of life in your last moments is a blessing beyond all...
ReplyDeleteThe questions will be the sunrise,
ReplyDeletethe answers the sunset.
Yes, and there are lots of drama and happenings in between and it may not be within just one day! Nicely ayala!
Hank
The last two lines perfect as they are the beginning and the end of
ReplyDeletea journey..lovely message and thoughts..
I love this. There is so much Truth in it, and your words made me feel all the experiences. It's a very compassionate piece, born out of a kind of Knowing. Really beautiful work, Ayala. thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. So, so sad. Wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeleteBeauty and sadness walking hand in hand.
ReplyDeletea strong and moving poem - love how you stand in the questions - moving forward with the knowledge that there will be answers. wonderful - K
ReplyDeleteThis is a mature look at those questions and answers....with a faith that carries us through knowing it is not all in vain...love the flow and the mud on the boots....those who have suffered find solace in this belief.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, ayala ~
ReplyDeleteA powerful heartfelt poem, with a perfect ending:-)
ReplyDeleteIt is the hardest thing when someone we love goes from this world to the next. You express and portray the emotions of that brilliantly, ayala.
ReplyDeleteAyala,
ReplyDeleteVery compelling imagery and sentiments. The sadness and grief are palpable.
Really captures the emotion of grief. The last two lines are a ray of hope, an optimistic view of what the end may bring. This is a fine poem about subjects that can be difficult to capture with words.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the question being in the sunrise and the answer in the sunset.
ReplyDeleteWe will see the meaning of our life later, but one has to be open to see it, to learn lessons...~ Passionate write
ReplyDeleteAyala, I was commenting on your unrevised post, after reading the new part--at the end, I think maybe you answered your own questions.
ReplyDelete"In the final analysis, the Great Reality can be found deep down within us. For it is ONLY there He may be found." p 55 of a great BIG BOOK!
this is really really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd between this sunrise and sunset we learn the meaning of life :-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful words...
ReplyDeleteYes, that is where the answers lie, until then, we have only the questions. That was a a really fabulous ending to a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely reflections Ayala specially the ending two lines~ There are times however when we don't have the answers to the questions ~ Have a good week ahead ~
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