unfinished, but done.

Okay, so here’s the thing.

Have any of you seen the movie, Peaceful Warrior? If you have, do you remember the part where the one guy tosses him off the small bridge into the shallowish river to help clear his mind of trash?

"Why did you do that?! Are you crazy?!"

"You said you were in a hurry, so I helped you clear your mind quickly. Let me ask you a question. When you went over the edge, what were you thinking?"

"I wasn’t thinking anything!"

"That’s right, you cleared your mind of everything. You even had a word for it. It was "Aaaauuuuugggghhhhh!!!!!!!"

I am pretty sure I did not quote that perfectly but you get the gist. I may not be able to speak for everyone as far as whether or not "our" mind was suddenly cleared but I can say that personally, I have been thrown off the bridge. I will not grieve forever, though I will always mourn the loss. Although I don’t listen to the news and fill my days with sorrow, I do still shed a tear when I think of them. As far as I am concerned, in my little world and in my limited portion of the pain, their lives will not be thrown away.

In Sandy soil I plant this seed,

If even only I do heed.

In death is life; won’t be denied

Grown by tears of sorrow cried.

The truth is harsh, the babes are dead.

I’ll hold mine closer in their stead.

It’s all I have and know to do.

I don’t admit those lives are through.

I will not waste this plot of land,

It will not wither ‘neath my hand.

Come here my Love, look in my eyes.

Do you know how dear you are to me…?

This poem will never be finished. There is no end, only a constant filling up and filling in. A teeming of life and love toward the ones I am a part of. Daily I will include in my thoughts and my actions these missing loved ones, as a reminder to love the life I have and those I have it with. I am going to make this poem my footer in each entry. I hope it doesn’t make you sad to see it.