That day
you melted,
the collapse
of a self,
your remains
burned down
to a heap
of humanity
on an airport
floor.
Gone.
I witnessed
your death and
transfiguration
at the literal
hands of
strangers
who worked
to pour your
melted self—
one that had
taken flight—
back into
another form.
You arose
that day,
blue eyes
blinking,
ragged and
bloody,
lifted onto
a gurney by
so many sets of
kind hands,
the beginning
of being
made anew,
and we
learned that
resurrection
is not pretty.
But in the act
of revival,
we become
ones who can
bear light,
candles whose
brightness
cannot be
diminished—
reanimated,
re-formed—
our hearts
reshaped
by grace
and everyday,
imperfect
human love
into something
we never
imagined
we might be.
(for Dick, honor of his third rebirth-a-versary, Jan. 15, 2022)
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Love this!!!
Beautiful and true! Thank you for this, Jan, and for a tribute to Dick and the power of the human spirit and goodness of people in this world. I picture of the candle is stunning. Love, ~Connie
Marvelous!! Life is a blessing!
Wow. Very nice.
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Beautiful, Jan. I love the form, the short lines.
This touches the soul!
Lovely and so well said. You are truly a wordsmith. Thank you for this tribute to Dick and all who helped save him.
Beautiful!