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Do not go sadly Into that passage we all must traverse, Dance and sing and welcome your souls eternal existence.
Look around you at the seasons and see how they compare to your own life.
I have always loved taking a walk
in the sunshine in late October,
where scarlet, orange and yellow leaves
crunch and crackle beneath my feet
filling the air with the odors of Autumn.
Often I catch the scent of someone burning
these lovely remnants of summer.
a seasonal cremation with small fires
burning tributes in various yards
to the passing of one of the
most favorite times of the year
Sometimes I kick them in the air
as I did when I was young
watching them swirl and tumble
together over and over
like Summer's children still at play.
My father often bid me to rake them
into huge piles which far too often
as a young boy I would disassemble
after some long intense labor
by diving into their colorful mounds
and burying myself beneath them to
become completely hidden from
the memories of my Dad's own youth
mirrored in his aging eyes.
Eventually they were bagged
and disposed of much like my
Dad was in his 82nd Autumn
He lingered long enough to enjoy the
scent and the beauty of their partings
Just before he parted as well
It was just Mother Nature bringing a chill
to my soul over the long winter I spent
after he died and I realized then
that we are all just passing through time
like the leaves do until we too take
leaves of our own and are no more.
All of nature is born, lives,
dies and rejuvenates so why not us?
Why would our passing be any
different then the leaves
who leave tiny buds from where
they exit that bloom again.
I remember all my summer loves
that in the fall would perish
each lovely girl I met and wooed
and every moment we both cherished
But distance between two young hearts
when summer ends and they must part
brings distractions in two places
as the love they shared erases
all that was, into new girls and guys
whose newfound romance fills their eyes
as pen pal letters end with sighs
and summer love bids two goodbye.
It seems as if, when one love dies
between two, two more loves are born
between two, most all of the time.
All love mimics Nature's seasons
from each heart that bids it Spring,
into couples who enjoy its warmth,
through Summers offerings,
but soon it changes colors
limbs fall empty, cruel winds blow,
till heartstrings are hung like icicles,
formed from tears dripped long ago.
But there's hope in hibernation,
deep within all wounded souls,
Love's seeds must be firmly planted,
to find any chance to grow,
many will fall by the wayside,
finding no chance to succeed,
but love and summer are both patient
they'will bring back what you need.
Somewhere above my precious dad
found peace over what he once had
in paradise no one is sad
he’s earned that rest,
it makes me glad
and someday we’ll
both meet again
embracing as much wiser men
who know like leaves
we were meant to fall
beneath the chill of bitter death
as we both took our final breath
a process that comes to us all
when life ages, death comes to call
but far beyond the skies so blue
Our souls will fly and be renewed
amidst all those who left before
who wait for us on heavens shores
to live and love forevermore
There is great hope for all creation
Life here on Earth is a way station
chock full of joy and tribulations
till we each face our separations
and a brand new destination
to rejoin all your relations
it’s a circular equation
from a tunnel we are born
into the light and love so warm
taking our first precious breath
but when our last breath
We will plunge into the depth
of a tunnel in reverse
in a blessing not a curse
soaring to a light so bright
finding peace and much delight
when our loved ones
they come in sight
and welcome us to
where they’ve stayed
ever since they went away
oh, that will be a joyous day.
So live and love and play and laugh
and bounce grandbaby's on your lap
enjoy each day without a fear
of that one day when death draws near
all life around you makes it clear
that you will not just disappear
your soul eternal it lives on
long after your frail flesh is gone.
© 2022 Matthew Frederick Blowers III