The Morning of January 13

Alive, awake

We anguish for the dead.

We wail and weep,

But it is for ourselves that tears

And tearing at the heart

Is done.

We do not grieve

Because the earth

Reclaims its own.

We weep because

We are suddenly deprived

Of good companions

Sound judgment and

Familiar counsel.

~~~

I read something once that said

The only reason we celebrate the birth of someone and weep at the death of someone is that we are not the one going through it. Whatever is in store for us must (has to be!) a beautiful thing. God Bless Uncle Mike as he finds his way.