Wednesday, June 9, 2010
a time to mourn
Not only for
Healing words and
Song and celebration
Let us pause
In the stillness
Of water and the
Rapture of fire
(in memory of John Delloro)
And what about the grieving widow on her way to see family,
walking through the airport shortly after her loss?
If she were weeping politely, wiping at her tears with a
soft tissue as she walked, wouldn’t others take notice,
be interested and concerned, inquire if she was alright,
offer some help or more tissue?
But if she were scream-crying, matching the terror she
felt ripping at her insides, sobbing aloud as she walked
through the terminal and barely wiping her nose with her
sleeves, would others try not to look at her, try not to
pay attention, wish she would quiet down?
(in memory of J.D., for S.)