We feel death’s sting collectively when one of the Great Ones die.
A wave of communal grief cresting,
the tides change.
Jolting us into a gripping stillness
we hadn’t imagined life without them
and yet here we are having to go about the business of living.
In their death, we are lost for a moment or maybe many moments
reconciling how to hold their light with no body.
Walking with the ancestors
Flying with the angels
Resting in God's peace
They defy all finitude
and their Love remains.
So close your eyes,
touch your heart,
and be still,
they are waiting.