Life is an unbroken circle
Segmented by chapters of changes
We are born, we live, we die
Our energy is recycled back into the earth
If we are lucky, something remains of our time here:
A child, a published work, a difference in another’s life
Every death is followed by a new life
Somewhere…
But there is sadness in the knowledge
That the person we hold dear
No longer walks the earth
Even more sadness when they have been taken
From us instantly with no warning
My heart breaks for two recent deaths
One, a boy of 17 and the other
A young man of 19 who has lost his father
Both were unexpected, both are heart-wrenching
And there is always the back story-
The grim details of life that make the story of death
All the more poignant
The All American Football Star headed to Notre Dame
Literally the golden boy with the best of all possible futures ahead of him
Weeks away from graduation at a top Jesuit Boys’ High School
One costly mistake changes his life and the lives of so many around him
Forever….
Then there is the 53 year old father still living out his high school glory days
As the celebrated Football Star
Wishing his sensitive, poetic son would take an interest in sports
Battling through his son’s teenage years, not knowing how to deal with a depressed
kid who self-mutilated away the pain of existence
Now relishing in the transformational change in maturity that college brings
To their new relationship
They become close, only to lose each other once again
Forever….
So much sadness amid the bright hues of spring:
Red tulips, purple crocus, tender green leaves, yellow dandelions
The reminder that life is reaching up, out of the ground
Sending its tentacles skyward toward the sun
You see, the seasons go on, despite the grieving
Life is an unbroken circle
Segmented by chapters of changes
We are born, we live, we die
Our energy is recycled back into the earth
If we are lucky, something remains of our time here:
A child, a published work, a difference in another’s life
Or the silent observer who knows the back story…….
Deep within the St. Louis Cathedral in the French Quarter of New Orleans
A candle burns brightly carrying prayers for these men skyward.
4/12/10
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2010
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