No matter the season we must learn that while life
provides us with a plethora of opportunities it also gives us a multitude of
challenges. We must find peace in the reality there are some things we can
control and others that will only frustrate us should we seek to fully understand
them. Loss is one of these things – something that everyone experiences at some
point in their life…something that will either help to build or destroy the
very foundation of all that we are or hope to become.
When we compartmentalize and restrict ourselves by
focusing upon how many breaths we (or those around us) are given in life (or
how unfair it might be that one we care for was taken from us before their
breath should have ceased…before their time was up…before we were ready to let
them go) we tend to think more about what we lost than how much the presence of
another helped us to grow – to become who and what we are.. When we hold too tightly onto could have been
rather than reliving and celebrating all that was…when we see only loss rather
than embracing the way another may have helped us become who we are…we minimize
the reality and significance of those who have gone before us.
The Breath of the Night…
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Dancing
with reckless abandon through the meadows within other’s minds…
Flying
carelessly through the shadows of their seeking souls…
Wanting
only to bring joy to those who would know her…
Sharing herself freely with any who might care.
He came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Lighting
but for a moment before moving on…
Touching
down but long enough to hint of his presence…
Leaving
those who missed him searching for meaning…
And those he touched during his far too 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…
Making
each morning a new beginning to an adventure not yet realized…
Opening the eyes of those too blind to otherwise see.
He came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Dreams
of his laughter filling the now silent air with music…
Thoughts
of his smile making the brightest of stars seem pale…
His
brief reality lifting the veil from a world of sorrow…
Shining brightly within a troubled night trying to
hide dread within its darkness.
She came lightly upon the breath of the night…
Her
brightness a contrast to the world’s muted shades of grey…
Her
presence a vital part within the hearts of all who knew her…
Forever
changing a world into which she was able to but briefly reside…
Now looking down upon us held tightly within the arms
of God.
For they left seemingly as suddenly as they came…
Not
given the time to accomplish all that had been intended…
Not
fulfilling the promise of their physical presence…
Not
touching the lives that may have thrived in their presence…
Leaving as lightly upon the breath of the night as
they came.
For all who have experienced loss, felt loneliness or sought answers to unanswered questions about life…let thoughts of those drifting lightly upon the breath of the night open you to a world of possibilities rather than narrowing you to a place of loneliness and loss. Perhaps if we could find purpose in each passing – find joy in each moment rather than holding on so tightly to our losses that we are stifled and destroyed - we might become stronger instead of being overcome by the burden of loss. Only when we cherish the moments that take our breath away – enjoy time within our thoughts and memories that should have been (but will never be) our reality – will we be able to embrace those that have come and gone softly upon the breath of the night, leaving us different (and perhaps someday better) than we could ever have been without them.
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