To the End of a Season

To the end of a season once so full of questions and experiences denied and unsought. Open minded souls might relish this paradox of a life giving way openly to steps of death. Silent, quiet passing, nothing left, full yet without words, as all has been said. Understanding silently within that it is but a passage through time from the physical to the spiritual. To those of us left behind, who must remain, it is full of pain, tears and heartache. Solace and comfort come reluctantly, empty gestures that cannot fill the void. A space lies forever here wide and open hearts, holding on and letting go somewhere wavering in between living and dying. Just in time a season passes from then to now as the door closes. To the end of living to the beginning of dying in solitary unspeakable aloneness brings us to the end of a season.