Odd, it used to be totally dark,
and why not, they are asleep.
They lie in their cradle, tucked in tight.
The other night I looked over as I drove past.
I noticed little lights which were salted
in the yard, in the garden of stones.
Then I remembered the first time
I saw a solar lamp illuminating
a grave marker…”Dark” was the name.
I tilted my head and with furrowed brow
thought to myself.
“Of course, that makes perfect sense.”
That family name is only a shadow of sorts,
so why not set a juxtaposition
for those who care to look.
We set a lamp on our memories.
When death visits, as it does more frequently
now that mid-life is in the rear view,
I have heard interesting phrases.
Once my wife said,
“Can’t we get him a blanket?…
It is so cold in here.”
Brief reality breaks.
I think of when my dad laid down
for a forever nap.
The parlor room was dimly lit.
“Normal” things were said…
“He is at peace now…”
I got pissed and said out loud, even louder,
“This isn’t the way it was supposed to be!”
God’s plan wasn’t for anyone to die!”
I wonder how many stand around in the visiting wake
wondering, praying an angel would appear
on the closed half of the casket.
Its wings unfolding a supernatural light
which would fall on the face of the deceased.
“He is not here…” would come out of angelic lips.
Separation is not normal
yet we acquiesce.
Eventually we put the pain
in tis proper perspective…
wherever that is.
When I head west where the sun sets,
in the direction of time passing,
I look over and strain my eyes
to read another marker.
I haven’t noticed a solar lamp there.
I might just sneak over there
and stick one next to it.
“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.” John 11:25
For Pete and those who suffer loss.
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