It’s been three days now
as you pilot to the other side.
You took off like a rocket
but the soul slows down
to the speed of life
without a body.
You’ve got a lot to ponder
but plenty of time.
You didn’t want to say goodbye
but we all must,
confused, distraught,
with tears to guide you.
You ran out of fuel
and there’s no way
you’d ride without style.
Not sure if there are bass guitars
or corvettes over there
but I feel you honing in
on the welcome you deserve.
You cut the board straight,
played the music,
laughed at all the fools
and kept time for the band
in your fearless register.
You can lay down arms brother
but the journey’s far from over.
10-4 good buddy.
Let’s stay in touch.
RIP
A brilliant farewell to your beloved soul-friend, Don.
I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing Dennis, but this morning I wept for the sacred beauty he left so kindly behind.
Sweet Healing to you both…
Blessings ~ Blessings ~ Blessings
Very sweet, and allows us who didn’t know him to touch his qualities.
Love the lines:
the soul slows down
to the speed of life
without a body.
Don, that has love, sensitivity and wisdom…all rolled into a few gentle words….
Such beautiful words to clothe such an important passage. I’ve begun to realize that to rail against death is to negate the gift of life. To say to God, what you’ve given isn’t enough. That attitude ends in me today. It is enough, it is everything, this gift of life.
You love shines through on this one, Don!
Lovely fair well.
“…the journey’s far from over”. True, that. I honor life through your love of a friend.
Insight, outtasite….
exquisite Don. thank you.
Brilliant Don!
Don, you captured the nitty-grittiest and some of the finest substance in this poem. Life is rich.
Thank you for sharing your friend . . . and evoking our heart responses so breautifully.
What a wonderful tribute.
Oh, to join in such love in equal measure–which doesn’t necessarily mean 2 for 2. What might be “equal” could be 1 for me, 2 for you, or whatever. Stool up for a brew and know that I will let “equal” simply be what it is. Like a nervous taxi driver, the River waits only so long when one gets the call.
We’re all athletes dying young. Sweet brother tribute.
What a wonderful expression of:
the mysterious process of closure, and its timing,
the juicy paradox of what can open at the same time,
and how to say goodbye.
This is beautiful, Don. Thank you. A poem of Blessing.
What an amazing tribute to your dear friend Don. Most sobering, indeed. Every day is precious. Keep the connection going.