I miss you, my friend.
Dismay and sorrow well up
at the news of your passage.
When I picture your last moments,
it feels like a sacrilege.
Perhaps neither I nor anyone
really knew you well.
Was the story of your heart
too painful to tell?
Come to me now;
dwell in my heart for a time.
Your heart is low;
take my hand and let’s climb.
Let me remove these cobweb shadows
from your heart’s formless light.
There is more to your spirit
than this cold fog of night.
I feel your relief
as your heart expands.
May the Great Father and Mother
hold you tenderly, in both Hands.
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This poem is written in honor of my friend Jon Gurrie, who recently died. I’d known him since high school.
Everyone has their own journey through life. This loss has brought me in touch with how connected we all are, even with the passing of years, and the physical distance between us, we are truly all One within the Heart of God.
The experience has also refreshed my experience that death is not really a barrier to being together; it is an initiation to a new life beyond this one.
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Yours in the One Heart,