I Will Not Fumble

I Will Not Fumble

you were the shape of songs on the summer air

the precise composition of the definitive hymn

the command of a deeply rooted red spruce tree

poems know something of our lives without you

my own solitude would feel more desolate if it

had not been fortified by our fine engagement

at the heart of it your departure opens windows

& while our eyes cry Heavenly arms open to you

with attentive graciousness to guide you home

while the act of saying goodbye feels impossible

you revealed that I am exactly where I should be

you taught me no greater method than to care

my own heart is still as you carry out God’s tasks

the horizons are blue and electric and I know you

are there in every active fraction of bright light

I may forever fall short of your everyday courage

I may never match the gifts of your generous nature

but I will always follow your extraordinary example

to move toward grace & acceptance & not fumble

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I just learned that we lost another extraordinary soul this past week. She was 102. My Dad was so fond of her and I am certain he was up there in Heaven with arms wide open for a big welcome hug. Leaves my heart broken for those who love her that are left behind. She was a warm, generous woman, fiercely independent and spirited.  Her loss will be felt deeply.

I wrote this rather corny poem in reaction and through tears. I am still reeling from the losses of the past year or so therefore I take to the page to purge. I doubt there is any true merit to this poem except for that it allowed me to express emotions that continue to rule me. It's really just a small verse for anyone grieving and missing someone who has passed.

In propinquity,

Nic