Resurrection

Death and Life
Joy and Strife

These conditions,
juxtaposed
like darkness
and light

Opposite ends
of the same spectrum

I have now
experienced both.

Passing thru fire
into the abyss
of my deepest fear

No comfort exists
in traveling alone
thru such pain
and turmoil

Detach
Process
Release

then repeat.

This has been
my life pattern
for two years now

No comfort
or intimate consolation

Empty bed
Empty heart
Empty soul

Waiting to be filled
with unconditional
love and grace

Yearning for
her soft golden face

I lament the dead
and curse the living
in the same breath

My sister is gone
My spirit, forlorn

But even in
the face of death
life is renewed,
reborn

A shining child,
playful and
quick

Precious gift
in exchange
for freedom
from this mortal coil

And its relentless
anguish,
misery and toil

I feel her hand
on my shoulder
all the time,
filling me with peace

The wounded
becomes
the healer.

She is here;
there is no more
separation

I love you Lizzie

Thank you.