Don't You Know

Jaw shelved on its palms, the spirit sat hunched over

Overlooking the dirt blanketing the flesh it once was

As it began to walk with death 

The spirit called out in search for solace

 

“What about my friends? I will miss them”

Don’t you know? In the depth of separation lies the meaning

How lucky are we to experience grief

For we’ve experienced love

 

“What about my parents? I’m lost without them”

Don’t you know? Your passing here is but a visit 

Like specks or drops of rain in a river

Surrender to the current and realize you are nothing and everything

 

“What about my heartache? I was not prepared”

Don’t you know? You are made of miracles and faith

We never send that which is not bearable

Even in your pain you are favored

 

“What about my children? I worry for them”

Don’t you know? As you walked in hand with the Devine, 

the same hands will accompany those you depart

Only your hands will accompany them too