It is in the open spaces, the order finally created last night
since her passing, that I ache,
outside in the path of a cool summer breeze after night rain,
and endless days of sun-baked heat behind us on the trail of time.
In the distance, recorded and given, for a moment just as this,
a man sang with his flute, a haunting melody for the earth,
for the spirit, for an unnamable knowledge.
His song is my solace, the shape of the wind,
a memory and the lightness of hope, of knowing
a way beyond words,
the substance of love that death can only magnify.
My mom passed away July 23rd. I miss the familiar way we communicate, her voice, and smile, but she is still near, helping as always. May I write many more words of love and memoris of her/us as the days move forward.
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to evoke such poetic sentiments..."a way beyond words,
the substance of love that death can only magnify..."
As for the flute, "in early cultures the flute played an important role in the realm of magic and was very closely linked to the hereafter and the spirit world with its gods. The instrument is often shown as being played by gods or symbolizes a god’s voice: the Ancient Egyptians, for example, believed the voice of Isis, the gods’ mother, was audible in the long, drawn-out notes of the flute. "
May you find comfort in knowing that your mother's suffering has ceased and that she lives on in you.
My sincere condolences to you and to your family. ♥
My deepest condolences, HeidiBeth, mothers are our first best friend.
My condolences, Heidibeth. May memories of the love you shared sustain you.
and i am sorry for your loss.
~r~