New Beginnings

on the death of a dear friend

 

From death emerges life, it’s said

From endings, new beginnings come

Still, my friend, you’re really dead

and with your death, I’ve come undone

 

From the corpse of your existence

what new infant might be born?

I struggle with my own resistance

to see the oak tree in an acorn

 

I try to trust, but blindly dread

when darkness everywhere I see

My visions of new life, a thread

I cling to in this hopeless sea

 

And then, I feel you, know you live

How can it be? Can this be real?

You reassure me, and you give

me faith in what I really feel

 

You can’t be dead, you are not gone

Yes, now I feel you safe with me

Within, I feel the hope of dawn

My friend, who lived, now shall be free