THE SHADOW - OF LOSS

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls ~ It tolls for thee.”
(John Donne)

"I have felt a great disturbance in the force."
(Obi-Wan/George Lucas)

Glistening drops in a sea of potential
Spirits bound to spirits by our search for more
We Dance through our journey, reaching out . . .
Grasping hands, sharing thoughts, touching hearts
Building, growing, learning to become
What will be whole
What will be knowledge, beauty, understanding
What will be god goddess heaven eternity
What will become the ultimate: Love

Sudden loss declares itself
In bloated flesh, splashed blood and grinning bone
In pain, anguish, and grinding grief
Pieces of wholeness slip from our fingers
We stumble in the dance
The monstrous brown wave
Crashes over all our heads
Their screams tear through our throats
We are all diminished, all bereaved
By the unfathomable, immense multitude
Of radiant possibilities
That have suddenly
Gone still


©Edwina Peterson Cross
December 29, 2004