Loss of Loved One

You open your eyes to a new daysun over the horizon
on this day someone loved is no longer.
You know this is the fate of all
but why now?

Can there be some purpose or reason?
All things must change,
This is the most painful of change.

Dust we came from,
particles of millions of suns
which burst forth eons ago.

Each return to the same dustLet there be light.
from which we came.
Returning to a system
far beyond our ability to see
yet we are part of this
great path of creation.

That creation is renewal,
transformative and involves each
in a plan far greater than nations,
science, doctors, ministers or rabbis can express.

We return as if we never came,
but those left behind, remember.

– Michael Livingstongrass seeds water