My head bowed down…

Somewhere deep and unexpected there is tenderness in letting go. The roots, one by one, snap as the once living is torn and moved to places more plenteous than before. The moss serves as a resting pillow for the tired head. Leaves and meanders embrace the weary body that gently succumbs to the call of the earthy ground. With a silent hush, all that held on tight must release the grip and let the winter wonders take the lead. Snowdrops breathe fresh droplets of dew into the resting eyes of the beholder. Lilacs and honeysuckles lie buried under the solemn turf, but come springtime they will fondly fiddle with the beauty resting amongst them and cover the dreams with yellow and lilac powders of magic. Just wait and they will appear.

Useless feet have now been replaced with eternal wings. Unbearable pain has been speared by everlasting love. Comfort of the old and the wholly unforeseen entwine as they guide the soul through the gigantic doors of Heaven. One glance at a time. The filthy and corrupt, the evil and careless, the lies like balls of dirt rolling on the street, are erased from the imminent memory. Glowing is the way ahead. The beauty far outweighs the dread. His steps now float: far from the memory of falling, of breaking to pieces, of unwillingly withering away.

Sit here and promise me it will never be like this again. Whisper in my ear that you know something more beautiful awaits. Stroke my snow-white hair, carelessly resting on the pillow and smile with your eyes so I know that you will travel with me. I fear to go alone. I fear to go alone without you. But how can this magnificent place, this kingdom of friends past reunited, this everlasting beam of radiant hope, be anything than reassuringly reminiscent of home? Speak in endless words, for now is when time stands still. The palms of both hands now young and pink are turning steady towards the warmth. We have been waiting for you.

The lamp is burning low, the snow is softly falling. The chains are broken, pain no longer rules. The body, the heavy and burdensome, now roams as the shackles have been rid, yielding to unimaginable freedom. The Sun warms the lovely cheeks; the stars keep the memories sweet. Think of us when you sing. Think of us when you dream.

Farewell dear one, may your journey be safe…