(re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)

what a recondite day for a funeral

the sky the colour of wind

with it's abstruse way of connecting

and a restless need to rescind


the boundaries of pre-conceived notions

that death is a part of life -

we weren't created to be separated

I'll never stop thinking we're rife


with the agonies of dimensional distance

cunning, convoluted and cruel.

I thank God for blessed reunions

and perfuming the stench of death's fuel.

 

 

(I've posted this beautiful song at Christmas, 
but then stumbled onto this arrangement. I love it.)

 

25 thoughts on “(re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)

  1. S Francis says:

    V – one to savor, with its word choices demanding us to slow down and to truly understand their meanings and then the meanings really getting to the heart of the very difficult subject of death… and oh, that last line. Wow.

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    1. saynotoclowns says:

      Thank you so much. How you warm my heart with the care you take! I’m so honoured by your compliments.
      I was talking to a widow at this funeral today, she is still grieving the loss of her husband from 10 years ago. She said one of her friends said to her after his funeral, “well, you’ve buried him, quit you’re crying and get on with your life!!!!!” Can you believe it? I told her that she will never get over it! Not the kind of love they had. And that is perfectly fine!! She will never be the same person, and accepting that is all that is needed imho. And not to mention looking forward to reunion 🙂

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      1. S Francis says:

        V – powerful story. One that brings me to tears. You will read in my weekly update that I am in Korea this week. Last August, I visited Korea for the first time. And it was about 6 months after my dad passed away, he had served in the Korean war. I spent so much of my visit in tears as I felt our two lives come full circle. He was offered a chance to stay in the Army, but chose to come home… about 20 years later I arrived in his life. We had as complicated a relationship as any father and son… but we had the military. And when I landed in Korea, we had a new connection that poured out of me in tears, this great man who gave so much to these people, he would have given his life. Here I was, and here I am again, feeling these same emotions overcome me, hard emotions I am thankful for, and I am thankful for you for helping me find them again. I love my Dad, and I miss him.

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        1. saynotoclowns says:

          Oh Stephen, thank you for sharing that with me. I am so glad for you that you have had this opportunity. I see so much pain in families when it’s hard for fathers and sons to connect, and it often comes too late unfortunately. I am sorry for the loss of your Dad. Understanding that it is perfectly fine to miss him, is so important! ❤

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  3. Steve Simpson says:

    An eloquent and sombre piece, Vanessa, a reminder that many diverse beliefs have grown around our wish to be more than finite, and that after a certain age, we are all connected by loss. I suppose that where we choose to focus, as well as the call-to-action we take away, is up to us when we are confronted by indelible impermanence. Sending you metta.

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    1. saynotoclowns says:

      Thank you Steve.

      That is a very interesting and big conversation about our wish to be more than finite. I’m convinced of it, myself, for a number of reasons.
      And I agree whole heartedly about our connection by loss. I think we feel it profoundly our whole lives, (not necessarily through death) but we understand and articulate it better as we age, I hope.

      And thank you. I appreciate that

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