Epiphany

 

Death is a man’s solitary scream

Carried on cold night air.

 

Lost in the darkness

 

Heard but forgotten

 

Life is his footprints left in the snow,

The proof of his passing.

 

Given to the darkness

 

Calmly laid to rest

 

Tragedy is his failing to understand that

The art of dying is living

 

Hiking the tough trail

 

Leaving deep footprints

 

Wisdom is the older man in the rocking chair,

Simply living his dream−

 

Smoking cigars and

 

Brushing masterpieces

Reviews

[Kristin Brecoe]

wow. i havent read your pieces in such a long time. i should read some more of yours when i get the time.

this was a lovely right. and im sure this all has to be related to your grandpa. it took me a while to accept it, but along the lines i learned things, maybe not exactly things i can explain. but i remember having an epiphany this past summer, once i felt i didn't need to grieve over this any longer and i was out of the whole grieving process....i learned that when people say he'll be alright, and things will be fine. it may not be how it was planned, but in the end...he is fine, and he isnt hurting. and the rest of the stuff, it may not be heaven, but it sure isn't hell. and its kinda silly for me not to have thought of that before...but after like 6 months...i realized it.

-Kristin
PS sorry for the rambling.

[Emily B]

Yes!!!!!

Living, breathing, amazing stuff! This is a good style for you.

[Celtic Cat]

Amen. It truly feels like it needs an amen! I like the death, life, tragedy, wisdom set up. I can see why you call this an epiphany. It really is one. Congrats. Deeply written, solidly felt.