Sunday, December 11, 2011
I Will Not Say
I will not say, she is dead
That she passed
Or that she is no longer with us.
I will not say that she is gone.
For because she tended the land she stood on,
she does still.
The rose from last year that felt her hand,
Will reach for the sun again, in time.
And the Creatures that she sheltered
Rode and ran with,
Rake the earth with hardened hooves
Or padded feet
Touching ground she knew
And do it, knowing her still because the
Trail is Familiar.
And We... You and I
Have been altered.
Our lives radiate out in myriad directions
And we are
Changed, enriched and charged...by her,
Giving a part of her away, a golden gift
Each time we connect with the world.
Again and again.
Over and over,
Ever and always,
Simply because she ‘Is’.
I will not say...
(Carmon's Penelope Rose)