The Beginning of the End
December’s postings recall beginnings and endings. Life is full of those. Each time I leave my 94-year-old-father who is experiencing the end of this life to a new beginning — eternal life, I ask him to kiss my deceased mother for me, if he should go before I return. His wizened, watery eyes look up at me, crinkle at the corners as he smiles and nods. As 2015 comes to a close, our eyes are filled with images of recent senseless acts of violence. I wonder about the souls of those departing this world with so much hate. Who or what will meet them as they cross over? Looking forward to the new year, will 2016 bring about a shift in global consciousness? Will we begin to speak into reality a vision for humanity of inclusive cooperation that honors the dignity of every life? Do we have the will to fight against the urge to fall asleep and numbly accept mass shootings as our new normal? My constant prayer is that we keep our eyes and our hearts wide open.
Home
Inside this dome
–Turtle Island,
I face the sacred West.
Ancestors drumming thunder,
Calling me home.
Hear now
Three rivers converging
An amalgamated trinity
Vibration
Sound
Color.
Full moon shining
Light on the path to solemn passage
Where my soul will sleep at last.
Here now, the journey seems so long.
There, merely a wink.
Will God delight,
–Will I,
In what I bring home?
It will have to do.
All has been done
Until soul longs again to
Return to the light of the sun.
Here now
I dream
I hope.
Perhaps next time
My previous shinings
Will be remembered.
Here or there, I will be home.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette
Photo by Bessie Senette: “Tranquility Point Carolina Jasmine in Repose”
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