None of us can ever really be ready for it,
the incessant ringing telling us
a fragment of our heart
has gone missing,
vanished into thin air
with one last breath.
Each loss examined in the past
with the brute force of the Soul
doing all it could to stay present;
flexed muscles ready to bolt,
is forgotten as we are cast into quiet chaos
by the reminder of our fragile veil of skin.
Today, when I thought the coast was clear,
that the medicine and mission of the medical world had worked,
the attachment to the delights of life was solid,
a Beloved is taken into oblivion
by sacred words
we cannot translate.
This might be the greatest sin of omission,
where God and all that is holy
takes us by the hand
and leads us all into the darkness
with no navigation system
and throws us into the rocks
we had no way to see.
“Trust me”
has no meaning
again
as we call out
looking for a friend.
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