Inclusive Faith
latest news & events

A year ago today, we lost our beloved Philomena

A year ago today, we lost our beloved Philomena.
When our usual vocabulary fails, we turn to the poets.

“𝑾𝙝𝒆𝙣 𝙂𝒓𝙚𝒂𝙩 𝙏𝒓𝙚𝒆𝙨 𝙁𝒂𝙡𝒍” ~ 𝙈𝒂𝙮𝒂 𝑨𝙣𝒈𝙚𝒍𝙤𝒖

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.

When great trees fall in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly,
see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
Examines, gnaws on kind words
Unsaid, promised walks never taken.

Great souls die and our reality,
bound to them, takes leave of us.
Our souls, dependent upon their nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold Caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

(Feed generated with FetchRSS)