“Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men.” Thomas Merton
The moment you died I felt a breeze rise tussle of wind tumultof transfiguration.
Nothing is the same. since your soul broke through.
My eyes sting with tears with grief with the sharp seeds of ecstasy.
In the beautiful box you lay, wrinkled brow withered hands pampered by white silk, thrall to the embrace of never ending grace.
And so I leave you in this shadowed place.
Gaping and dumb, I can say nothing but “fare thee well, oh great soul, and to heaven quickly flee!” (24 January 2013)