The falling of bright stars. So many people have died over the past few years. Grief is a part of living, and it is something we never become accustomed too. It is personal. It strikes each of us in different ways. It can inspire deep reflection on important questions. What is the meaning of life? Is there a God? What happens after we die? Why do people have to die?
I’d like to share a scene from one of my favorite TV shows that has an interesting theme on death. The show is Babylon 5, season four, episode two. “Whatever Happened to Mr. Garibaldi?”
How much time do we truly have? Does anyone know? Everyday someone dies. The only one we can take account for is ourselves. What matters in your life?
Now for the poem that I wrote back in 2018 shortly after my best friend passed from cancer. I still miss her and think of her constantly. She battled most of her adult life with the terrible disease until it finally won. She loved to laugh, loved sunshine and being outside, she loved campfires and singing. I was there to say my goodbyes. The yellow roses in my portrait remind me of her.
Cherish those you love. Remind them everyday how much they mean to you, for they will one day… be gone. God bless and love.
Rebecca
Falling Star
Twinkle, twinkle, stardust bright
Grant the wish I dream tonight
I wish I may and I wish I might
See my loves face, just one last time
Hidden behind sketchy clouds
Stalking trees, shadow the ground
An owl beholds and screeches hello
While the thick rippled bushes claw madly
Twinkle, twinkle, stardust bright
Grant me the gift to see this night
I wish I may and I wish I might
Clear the path for my loves last fight
Rancid roots now rise and tangle
Angels turn demon in twilight shadow
Reapers scream and stalk the road
As the moon falls red and grows blurry
Twinkle, twinkle, stardust bright
Do not desert me this horrible night
I wish I may and wish I might
Rescue my love from deaths grip tight
Hot oil drips from the tips of trees
Radiated tears that seep and sear
Clogged pools gurgle pain
And the owl swoops low in warning
Twinkle, twinkle, stardust bright
Your light is waning from my sight
I wish I may and I wish I might
Rewind the day to happy sunlight
Reaper claims it’s unholy prize
Silent, almost peaceful in blood thick dew
The world grows silent on hanging breath
With a sigh, a slow hiss, love sucombs to death
Twinkle, twinkle, stardust bright
Gone is your light from my minds eye
I wish I may and I wish I might
Recall your brightness, the rest of my life
Rebecca R Grusendorf © 10.1.18
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