I Come Crying With You

[Guest guest]

I look back, breathless in poignant ache,

as if memory were a snail’s antennae

being first struck with morning light…

 

The blind awe, REM over the Light-Body of Christ;

A sweetness, the succor of forgiveness for the times in my life

when I did not, could not, reach out to others in their grief.

 

What I did do, could do, was call out commiseratingly,

crawl out from behind the recluse sea-wall I walked upon

between what I did not know what to say to them,

and what I was able to do with and for them.

 

We have held Beautiful Lovers in our arms as they lay dying,

children we swore we could not live without,

all dying in our darling arms,

Mothers, Fathers, peers, all feeding the feral’d fear

of primal cries, the first dark night of Death’s fire-spear

appearing to ignite as grief, as the wild-eyed sorrow of separation.

 

We are crystal-memory matrix in most eloquent echo-eulogy,

this crying for friends, for the wild-strung wind,

for anything and anyone to mend our broken hearts

as Love imparts the Living Wisdom we call Dying.

 

We have sung songs of sunshine-swept days as we wept

against the pale cheek of our Beloveds, pressed against

the alabaster heartbreak, tear-filled eyes opened wide…

Wonder and Rapture in ancient code,

decoded in know that grief has arrived, streaked

with Death’s advancing shadow.

 

I can speak of the dying and deceased openly,

all pressed deeply in the sorrow and the joy,

the life that is this death and dying,

this soul-sighing, this peace within the crying.

 

I can welcome these tears, this fearless force

that courses across this horizon of personal horror.

Oh how the Adorer of Hearts heals as She kills our fears

with what we fear the most!

 

I can listen with Love’s ears,

never judging the voices of guilt, anger and blame.

I can embrace and encourage the expression

of grief in any way and at any time.

 

I can be alive, right here, right now and open to the heartbreak,

the sadness and the grief-roar of the dying.

I can weep with the wives, the lovers, the husbands

and the friends of those whom are living with the dying.

 

I can open myself to their pain and share in the lifting of it.

I can share their sorrow and the dissolving of it.

I can offer them the embrace beyond time and space,

the touch of silence, the salve of simple words,

and the silver sonnet-laden gift of just listening.

 

I have come to cry with you in your dying, in my dying.

I have come to share with you, this Mystery of living and dying.

I have come to walk with you, hand in hand,

Heart to shining Heart, tremendously Magnificent,

We two, wound together in this Wonderous Paradox of Not-Two.

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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