Lighting the Lamp


for a dear friend


I light a small lamp
in the room of memory
recalling places we touched,
the knowing in your eyes
and the honesty, always the honesty;
notes scrawled below the photographs
so earnest, some frightened, searing out,
wondering if we could do enough for this world.
Looking back through November leaves
I stumble over this thought, wondering
could this world really be worthy of you?
Uncovering those later pictures, your children,
the ocean behind your bright white hair
and I know it is yes, all worth it, especially you
reminding us all these years of what is real:
loving, letting go, lighting the lamp.




8 Responses to “Lighting the Lamp”

  1. gloria says:

    Thanks Don. You speak for all…been there.

  2. Bill Dare says:

    Thanks for the call to remembering, Don.

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Loving, letting go, lighting the lamp – rituals of care and service that bring my human experience out of the clouds, even my noble hopes and fears for their failure, and plants them back into the heart, where it belongs.

    Thanks, Don! I love your work. And you.

  4. Pichay says:

    Maybe I shouldn’t comment….cannot see through the rivelets of tears…almost house-less…again…as my hair slowly ripens to white.

  5. keith says:

    How perfectly you describe these important aspects of the heart.
    How awesome that we have these reminders in those we meet along the way, who teach us the way to be a catalyst in the world by living it.

    A beautiful and timely piece for the world. So glad that you were able to express it.

    Many blessings dear brother
    Many blessings,

  6. Athena Coleman says:

    May we all have a witness to our lives as described in this lovely poem. It is the truest description of compassion and friendship I have ever read, thank you.

  7. Tom Wishing says:

    Thanks Don. I know it will be appreciated.

  8. Tom Wilson says:

    Very sweet poem. As Depak Chopra says, healing is the memory of wholeness. Your poem reminds us to never to lose the wholeness of the journey.

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