it poemed through your death…

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…the colour from her dream,

it drained right through dimensions,

the syntax, and the stream.

Euphonious not to mourners

the notes unveiled in grief,

but heaven writes the harmonies

and descants of relief.

A young life filled with purpose

and at peace with what was granted,

the air broke into sombre tears

and drenched our hearts enchanted.

Our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly,

were washed and torn united,

we shared the pieces silently

a mosaic of love requited.

We will never be the same again

for all the death we’ve seen,

my heart is full of unexplained

it bows to deeds unseen…

 

(This was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. He talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys…)

31 thoughts on “it poemed through your death…

  1. thank you for sharing your heart Vanessa and this young man’s dream, he was wise beyond his years, and what’s that saying the good leave us early? No amount of tears or words of consolation will be enough but that one fact stands out, out of selfishness a new story can start. Hope of one heart becomes reality, through another life lived joyously till the end. I loved your poem, this I will write in my journal tonight to remember to honour every life and to remember the sweetest person who wrote it.

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    1. Gina, you are always so thoughtful! Thank you for your lovely comment. And I am honoured you are writing it in your journal! We visited the family today, they are such a great family with really healthy perspective. They will be fine, and are already helping others cope with losses of their own. Special people!

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      1. aww you are sweet, thank you too. That’s so brave, that they offer comfort in their grieving, strong people, fine people and yes truly special people, you are all in my thoughts. you take care of you too ok!

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    1. Thanks so much. It was a very moving experience, a very special day, for as hard as it was for everyone.
      After the service, which was outside on a hockey oval, we walked with the coffin to the cemetery, about 1500 people. It was incredible.

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          1. So what he did in his short life was more than many do in a much longer life. But SO sad though. Must have been a hard funeral to do

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                    1. Oh that is WONDERFUL. I used to be a Methodist preacher and lay worker. But I am not Methodist any more. God bless you both in your work x

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                    2. Did you? I am sure that is an interesting conversation 🙂
                      (Here in Australia, the Methodist church and most of the Presbyterians and Congregationalists combined into the Uniting church in the 70s.)

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                    3. Ag. I am in England. I was about to be a Methodist Minister when the THING happened to me that I wrote about last week. I just had to leave then. Some tears later my hysband and myself became Catholic, and we are very happy in the Catholic Church, though it is a very different culture.

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