Life can be full of both happiness and grief – both the
beauty of the Creator and the loss that accompanies His creation’s departure. When we take time to recognize the
surroundings in which we live we can see incomparable power in the mountains,
rivers, lakes and oceans...the peaceful silence that a forest provides...the
support that a close friend or partner might give to us yet we will also
experience the hollow feelings that a broken friendship, a shattered dream or one’s
unexpected death can leave behind. Throughout
the pandemic’s disruption we were brought to the heights of this world when a
loved one’s sickness was overcome yet brought to our knees when one far too
young or significant to us may have been taken away.
As humans, we have an issue of control – wanting to control all things that touch our lives so that we can have what we want when we want it. As a point of reality, we must recognize those things we can control, those things that are out of our control, and seek the wisdom to know the difference. It is during these times of hope – of a return to what we might consider normal as the pandemic draws to a close – that many are haunted by things they do not understand nor seem able to control. We can become overcome by grief or loss that was not expected and unexplainably left our lives empty or shattered. As life goes softly, fulfilling its course and validating its purpose, we must think about not only what is happening but why it might be occurring in our otherwise ordered and structured lives. We must learn to seek the good – perhaps even try to find the good within each unexpected bad thing that might happen – yet realizing that as life goes softly by us it can leave a path of destruction in its wake. We cannot see its winds, we can only feel them and experience what has been left behind as we move forward. Sometimes, when we reflect, we can sense life’s winds touching our faces and, if we truly take the time to understand those things we can control and accept the reality of those that we cannot, might actually feel the breath of the night as it passes. That is the intent of this poem – to step back so you might take time to be one with yourself AND your world...written out of thoughts and memories of sorrow but recognizing that life truly goes softly as we move forward through it.
The
Breath of the Night…
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Dancing
with reckless abandon across the meadows of my mind…
Flying
carelessly through the shadows of my soul…
Seeking
only to bring joy to those who would know her…
Sharing herself freely with any who might care.
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Lighting
but for a moment before moving on…
Touching
down but long enough to hint of her presence…
Leaving
those who missed her searching for meaning…
And those she touched during her brief stay wanting
for more.
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Blending
with the quiet whispers of the ocean…
Warming
the cool, damp evening air…
Bringing
the light of day to a blissfully warm and comforting reality…
Opening the eyes of those too blind to otherwise
see.
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Dreams
of her laughter filling the now silent air with music…
Thoughts
of her smile making the brightest of stars seem pale…
She
briefly lifted the veil of oppression from a world of sorrow…
Shining brightly within a troubled night trying to
hide our dread within its darkness.
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Her
colorful nature contrasting with the world’s muted shades of grey…
Her
presence made real within the hearts of all who knew her…
Forever
changing a world she was chosen to enter but in which she could not stay…
Now looking down upon us cradled safely within the
arms of a loving God.
She left seemingly as suddenly as she came…
Not
given the time to accomplish all she had intended…
Not
fulfilling the promise of her physical being…
Not
touching the lives that may have thrived in her presence…
Leaving lightly – as she came – upon the breath of
the night.