Dear Kathy,
How old are you, down deep inside,
well beyond just sixty-one,
Your life was short, a brief report,
but your Soul’s quest, is not yet done.
You breathe, you eat, awake, asleep,
erect you finally stood.
With brain so large, and senses sharp,
self conscious, as best you could.
From babe, to youth, you turned the page,
just witnessing life’s show.
Now you ponder with your deepest thoughts,
“at Death, where do I go?”
Your face you see, you touch, you feel,
yet senseless is your lot.
With Spirit free, to dust are we,
what once was you, is not!
Your Being is now, on a journey somehow,
your Spirit knows the way.
Your Soul is a Seed, to sprout is its need,
it seeks the light of day.
Beyond all thoughts, empowered by Will,
the truth of Love be known.
No logic, No reason, your death's untimely Season,
Your Spirit’s beckoned home.
Journey Well
My Dear Cousin
Love
Sam Shada
October, 10th 2009
