Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

In Memorium

on October 25, 2015

My heart a river
Slow and deep remembers source
From whence I came.

Drawing near to sea
River’s end in sight heart asks
Who remembers me?

15 responses to “In Memorium

  1. J Lapis says:

    Oh My, I hear the ache in this–so beautifully done.

  2. Silver Threading says:

    The ultimate conundrum… I often wonder this myself. Hauntingly beautiful. ❤

  3. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks Colleen. I’m glad to hear you wonder, too. ❤

  4. this truly full of emotion, love it

  5. inc says:

    Oh, nice one. :o)

  6. I of July says:

    sometimes I wonder if wanting to be remembered isn’t synonymous with not accepting endings

  7. vivachange77 says:

    Good point. I was thinking about my grandchildren and my place in the family as a loved person living outside their orbit. Then I realized I am free to do what makes me happy instead of attempting to become a mythical grandmother figure. I’m moving on. 🙂

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