Thursday, August 24, 2023

Thursday Poem - Assurance

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightening before it says
its names—and then the clouds' wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles—you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head—
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

William Stafford, (from The Way It Is)

For my little brother James Brendan Franklin, (March 10, 1960 - August 22, 2023). Rest in peace, Jamie. Journey on without pain and suffering. Go forward knowing you were (are, and always will be) treasured and much loved. I carry you in my heart.


Pienosole said...

🙏🏻 My condolences… ♥️🕊️

Barbara Rogers said...

May his journey be easy and his friends and family know peace with carrying him in their hearts always.

Mystic Meandering said...

What a sweet send off... Blessings!

Debbie Grace said...

A beautiful tribute to your dear brother.

May his memory be for a blessing.


Caroline Ouellette said...

No words, just a hug full of love