Waves Transitioning (Lyrics to a Song) -First Version

It’s not always either or

It’s not always so simple

Problems we face follow us home

Until we leave none of us alone

 

Oh, I see her face

Oh, blood freshly placed

Oh, earth and air

Oh, share in her pain

 

The line between living and dying

Is not always so simple

We don’t have to live forever

But may we not suffer needlessly

 

Oh, I see slow decline

Oh, I see fears to let go

Oh, our desire to live

Oh, meets our mortality

 

Hearts get broken then fly above

Hopes get crushed and grow regret

Kindness tethers to our souls

Sun shines through clouds ever dark

 

We never know our true impact

Words can hurt like stones in arrows

Choose them carefully and know

Goodbyes are only waves transitioning

 

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February 14, 2021 Aging and dying are just as normal as being born

 

An excerpt from a small booklet I wrote in 2006 called

“Here are my health care wishes

Please don’t make me hire a lawyer”

 

Excerpt: “What I hope for in my life is learning how to live fully – not an avoiding of death.  What I yearn for most is speaking the words of human presence, need and love.”

 

My mother died on this day a long time ago.  I do not remember the year.

 

What I do remember this sleepless night is that I was working a temporary job at the time.  Coincidentally, my supervisor’s mother died on the same day my mother died, February 14, that same year.

 

It was not the right job for me although I really did appreciate this particular supervisor.  I think his name was Tom?  They wanted someone full time, and I declined, and when it was my time to move on, my supervisor was not there on the last day to tell me or to say goodbye.  He left a note for me, and I never knew why he did not say goodbye.

 

Somewhere along the way I learned that I can’t control what someone else does. 

I can only control what I do.  I wrote him a note saying goodbye and letting him know that I would always remember that his mother died on the same day my mother died.

 

I’m pondering much as I reflect on over 57 years of life.   I ponder how hard this past year has been for me personally and still is hard for so many.

 

I ponder on the fact that even if we get vaccines or follow medical referrals and procedures to prolong life and hopefully improve quality of life, we still are a day older and aging and dying are just as normal as being born.

 

I ponder on how what I regret the most in my 57 years on this earth are the times I did not do what I said I would do or did not do something as well as I could have especially when it comes to making the world a better place for all to be in and in all of my personal interactions. 

 

This time I did what I wrote I would do.  I remembered that my past supervisor’s mother died on the same day my mother died.

 

 

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If you see the water in my eyes, you will know it is the rain that never came

So many sorrows

in the lives of sparrows

and sunsets

landing

on the eyelids

of the children

who cannot sleep

 

Voices heard in the hallways

at the dawn of new days

when the prayers in the night on our knees

get repeated

over and over and over

 

The wait 

the wait

for the waters rushing to seas

 

The promise

of hushes

and go to sleep

dear one

 

All is well 

All is well 

All is well

even when

the tears never came

 

Breathe deep

and know

still

all is well

and let the tears

come as rain

 

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