#Reverb13 Day 4: What have you lost, what are you grieving?
While writing this post, I ride the sideroads and see a lot of whitetail deer,
but never one like this. The reach is wide.
On that night, the doctors wrote, “Cause of Death: Heart Failure,” but they were wrong; it never failed you.
In the middlenight, we plant by moonlight; when I faltered at the ridge on the burnt hill road, I did not fall, I remembered your promise on that last day, and kept climbing. I do not grieve for you; I will miss you more than all I’ve lost, but grief is for the suffering and you did not accept suffering. Your reach is wider now; I did not think that possible. No longer from anywhere, you are not of any age; you have always been, and will always be the voice, the plan of the planter. They that seed are everything; they are the breath, the whisper, the promise of all that came before. Your lantern shines through the chiaroscuro, from every starlit flicker to the blueblack wings of night, and I will hold that ageless flame before me, and go, as you would go, to the ridge where the seeds will grow.