Overwhelmed With Grief

He was overwhelmed with greif when he got the news that I would not be returning any time soon, tears began to flow and anxiety began to grow. He has been planning this meeting for the past five years but every day the date keep changing and the appointment keeps falling into thin air. Christmas and thanks giving was set aside for the visit, the table was set, the guest were invited but when evening came everyone was greeted with shame. They were left into the dark to have their supper without that special guest. I can imagine how it feel when your heart is growing and your spirit is soaring and you want to sing but the words cannot come out; you have to work up courage and shout it from a distance. He wasn’t sure who to believe but reality was crawling up his sleeve and his heart began to bleed. I just didn’t know how to console him, I could only try to smile with him and hope that the moment would go away and lead me unto a different path, what was there to prove, when you want to move and this thing is holding back. You climb the short tree and the temperate keeps rising to a hundred degree and the fire truck keeps swirling around the town to keep the temperature down. And the music keeps playing aloud. You climb the Tall tree and your backyard is flooded with misery, the rain can’t stop falling and the rivers can’t stop flowing and the markets can’t stop growing and everything comes alive at midnight and you can witnessed the miracle in broad daylight. I have to find a balance between the tall and the short so that I don’t left wandering in the dark. I have to find a balance between the hot and the cold so that my spirit can be at peace before I grow old and I can make that long anticipated journey to end that woeful curiosity. I have to find that balance to grow the economy and build a successful community. Hot or cold, tall or short, you must combine them to make a new start. Don’t despair, the way is now clear and I am coming to see you.