Your eyelashes moved the
air between us.
The lids which carried them
would swing open and shut…
open and shut.
.
And there, soft blue would
circle the light within you.
That little light of yours
that did shine…
did shine on us.
.
When we were with you
lower loves were called up
to the higher one.
Agape’ would surface…
it would surface in us.
.
Your family would see
your smiles spread across.
Sometimes you would
lend them to the rest of us…
to rest on us.
.
A language from above
you would speak.
A coo of your own tongue
would rise above our questions…
rise above our questions.
.
Without a first step,
without a framed embrace,
without a formed word,
you spoke into our lives….
spoke into our lives.
.
And we slowed down
down to our being
where the still small voice is
that voice you heard
that voice we hear.
.
And when sleep came,
it came so sweetly and
air slipped in and out and
God held our breath…
God held our breath.
.
For the Webb family
in honor of Aiden Josiah Webb
April 1st 2011
Gerald the Writer 