Recently, in my community, we have experienced the gift of life and the sting of death in somewhat expected and unexpected forms. Here is part of the story, my story.
That first sight, that first cry
Baby born
Mother, tears in her eyes
The world before us lies.
Fragile life
Anticipation
At this a brand new creation
Fingers, toes everything intact we hope, suppose.
Overwhelming amazement
This tiny tiny thing we waited to appear
Is here.
Breathless wonder
On the other side
Final exhale
We mourn, cry
At that last close of eyes.
A life lived
Lessons learnt. Lessons taught
Family bittersweet
To see you gone,
Pain no more
But what happens
When life is seemingly ripped from you
Unexpected
Unplanned
Outside your command?
A wail. Of soul.
What do you do?
I can’t think!
What do you say?
Voice ripped away.
What to believe?
Questions.
How do you even start to pray?
So many many questions.
Just breathe.
Origin
Meaning
Morality
Destiny.
What we believe, perceive, receive, colors the lens of our yesterday, today and thoughts for tomorrow.
What do you see?
Breathe
