Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Questions



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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35 comments:

  1. Great close, like ying and yang. Is your blog being weird or is it just me?

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  2. Strong ending to a well written follow through. >KB

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  3. Ayala....I felt the grip of grief so strongly in this poem. It made my stomach clench.

    Passionate, compassionate, with a view for the long term. Lovely.

    Lady Nyo

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  4. despite the heaviness of the piece I enjoyed the break with the muddy boots... gave me a chance to pause

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  5. I 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.

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  6. The questions will be the sunrise,
    the 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...

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  7. Compassionate, flowing write. Beautifully done.

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  8. there 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...

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  9. Love 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

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  10. A 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 ..."

    Tony

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  11. Oh, this is such a hopeful way to think about death.

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  12. I really like your poem and sincerely hope some of my questions will be answered too when my times comes.
    "Questions that may have answers
    when I cross the road,
    mud on my boots and
    love in my heart."
    My favorite lines!

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  13. to be able to have a satisfaction and total understanding of life in your last moments is a blessing beyond all...

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  14. The questions will be the sunrise,
    the 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

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  15. The last two lines perfect as they are the beginning and the end of
    a journey..lovely message and thoughts..

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  16. 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.

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  17. This is wonderful. So, so sad. Wonderful imagery.

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  18. Beauty and sadness walking hand in hand.

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  19. a strong and moving poem - love how you stand in the questions - moving forward with the knowledge that there will be answers. wonderful - K

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  20. This 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.

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  21. beautiful, ayala ~

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  22. A powerful heartfelt poem, with a perfect ending:-)

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  23. It 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.

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  24. Ayala,

    Very compelling imagery and sentiments. The sadness and grief are palpable.

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  25. 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.

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  26. I like the idea of the question being in the sunrise and the answer in the sunset.

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  27. We will see the meaning of our life later, but one has to be open to see it, to learn lessons...~ Passionate write

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  28. Ayala, I was commenting on your unrevised post, after reading the new part--at the end, I think maybe you answered your own questions.

    "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!

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  29. this is really really beautiful.

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  30. And between this sunrise and sunset we learn the meaning of life :-)

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  31. Yes, that is where the answers lie, until then, we have only the questions. That was a a really fabulous ending to a wonderful poem.

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  32. Lovely 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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