It's Always Morning

          It's Always Morning--Monologue

The title is a truth.  It is a quotation
from my deceased son, several years after
he took his life, and was given to me on
a day when I was in touch with his spirit
--uttered casually like similar thoughts
from him, such as "yesterday is today" on
other occasions when we communicated.  The
circumstances of those occasions are known
to only a few that I learned to trust, and
that know with me that such communication
is possible.

      It's Always Morning

The thought is startling, coming as it does
from realms beyond the earth and sky, yet
just as close as love--and reachable
within the closing of our eyes. Realms we know,
for they are ours, scraping consciousness
we glimpse at times, and then forgotten
as the daylight turns--an alien light
our alien breath will soon forsake.

Morning indeed! All time is timeless
in the limitless reality for which
creation groans. All space is spaceless
in a universe where fantasy begins
its play, where laughter of the mind
enjoys its countless now with
an obsession all the countless gods
have bourne, and passed on down.

It's always morning!
Embellishing the hours of
never-ending day, it makes
a travesty of night. Suns
are of the morning, revelation
keeps the hour and only death
competes with majesty like that.
This is the life I want to live,
where substance cannot fade
with ineluctable decay.

It is the morning star that I embrace.
The choice is none the less
than all eternity, and I
will readily endure the blessing
of its consequence. 
It's time to come along.
 
The sun is up, the providential ecstacy 
a certainty, and may not be
surpassed.  It is a time
that we may bridge the gap
that we alone perceive.  We can,
for we as well are spirit souls
on sabbatical just now--
re-packing for the journey home.
       ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

As a daughter, I have surpassed the years that my father lived on this earth, who committed suicide at the age of 23, when I was only four years old. I can't even begin to express how this has panged me my whole life. With my heart as a guide, I have written of this on different occasions; but there are just no words to emote the loss, the pain, the tears, and the sadness. Still, I always felt like my father was up in heaven watching over me; and this, in its own way, served as a guiding light for me. It made me resilient, independent, determined, and stronger than I probably would have ever been otherwise.

Having lived this experience, I can only imagine the darkness that embraced you when your son committed suicide. It's so ironic how the darkest experiences in life can lead us to the light.

I am truly sorry for the loss of your son, and I am sorry for the pain that led him to such degree.

[Dean]

Yes, but I know he lives! Thanks, dear one

[Marie]

This is certainly something positive from you, and I like that. The light is always there, whatever clouds hide it. I like the thought that morning "makes a travesty of night."