Six-word Saturday…

sometimes it feels safer to hide…

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The chasm…

“Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

butterflies

For a moment I was afraid,
was all this just my imagination?
Those voices in my head,
did I make them up,
those times when I felt his presence?

“He’s not sending signs!”…she implied

“But I keep seeing butterflies
and I feel him all around” …I thought

“There’s a chasm between us,” she said
“meant to keep the dead apart,
it’s in the bible,” she coldly remarked…

“Well,” I whispered under my breath
so that she could not hear…

“I’ve crossed the greatest chasm of my life,
I’ve stumbled and fallen,
feeling my way across utter darkness
and despair.”

“In desperation
I drowned in grief
cutting myself to pieces
on shards of heartache,
I was split wide open
and I bled out.”

And when I got to the other side
he said…
“ I was always right here
beside you, Mom,
helping you bridge the veil
between my world and yours,
and I held your hand,
because I knew you had to take this journey
through the darkness of grief
and I didn’t want you to take it alone!”

“and I rejoiced when you saw my
color in the skies
and hundreds of butterflies”…

and then he declared…
“I’m more alive than I have ever been!”