rest in peace, Rip!

 

Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!

 

breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

 

 

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Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)

mortal immortality

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.   -Genesis 2:7  (KJV)

 

the soul

is a spark

is a flicker

is a flame

 

lit by holy fire

fanned by living breath

 

exhaled into existence

encoded in DNA

embodied in flesh

enveloped in love

 

to live

to learn

to laugh

to lament

 

until death separates.

 

never extinguished

ever released

 

to an eternity of life’s choice:

with or without the Keeper of souls.

 

 


Inspired, in part, by the scribblings of the beautiful souls who are dVerse Poets.

God rest you merry

Kristjaan at Carpe Diem encourages us to write a “full circle” haiku series using twelve words (bold), one per line in listed order, on a wintertime theme.


hoar frost on window
breath of heaven’s mist on trees
morning light sparkles

scent of mistletoe
cuddle under soft blanket
fireplace embers glow

poem of december
children praying for first snow
clouds whisper promise

lights on Christmas tree
wrap gifts in shiny paper
smile to see bright star

 

light snuffed out

A poem of lament, in shape of candlestick, dedicated to family of Lukas Monsma

young voice sings to guitar
sweet, yet haunting
oh, my son, I can
hear your song
on the wind

memories
don’t leave us
alone in the dark
nearly pull us apart
by plucked heart strings
strumming addicted to grief
cold, thin, mountain air
stealing our breath
mingles yours
high in sky

i’m sorry for
what was unsaid
life hangs by a thread
as we still wait for you to
turn around and come home

 

 

…and sharing music by David Nevue, “Under a Cloud” and “The Long Regret”

breezy little poem

 

gentle quiver shivers maple leaves

reveals flash of their silver underside

quiet breath whispers subtle tease

where downy baby owlets hide

 

stronger gust flexes tops of trees

may blow in raindrops late today

squirrel kits sleep fits and sneeze

when swing in spring’s breezeway

 

 

A quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets pub.

resurrection vision

 

valley of dry bones

death exhaled, flesh takes new breath

like phoenix rising

 

photo credit: wikipedia

photo credit: wikipedia

 

Connecting with constellation series at Carpe Diem’s Space Odyssey