Heirlooms of Earth
We have to believe in something completely intangible.
Something unseen, heard and only fathomed.
Greater than ourselves, more important than agendas.
The one true anomaly that heals.
It is in this that we are comforted
Our, "It's ok", the cliches that are hurled
at our feelings faces amidst tongue lashings
of Loss for Words.
Oh, how words, when spoken alleviate nothing pertinent,
and stir up everything intertwined with grief.
Believing, NO, Knowing of the greater than thou
And placing such tragedies to rest is cumbersome.
Seems when we should be obtaining,
this "Blind Faith," in said times of turmoil,
...In these times we are the furthest from what
is instinctively engrained in our true DNA.
Nothing worth remembering is ever forgotten
It never leaves, They never leave
They are the wind, the rain, the flowers.
Everything around us is reincarnate.
How blessed they are to have ascended
regardless of age, reason, or circumstance.
The only thing that stands in the way is us.
We must let them leave, smiling with their Clean-Slates.
Celebrate lives, kinships, and memories.
Rever who they were, to us, and to themselves
Forget nothing of Times shared.
Keep them in the pockets of the mind.
Only to pull out and be looked upon
In rememberence of how Blessed
one feels to have known such a being,
and then put it back.
Smile, Cry, Relax
Everything has a purpose
As I and You
We are all but items in pockets.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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