Sad news comes and goes, life goes on.
The drummers beat drums, the pipes wail out loud.
Beneath green waves, a soul is released,
Rising to the sky, perhaps to soar and fly.
Life goes on, company good and bad,
Friends, loves, relatives,
Walk together, it never lasts.
Life seems comedy, but is always tragedy.
We say our good-byes,
We wave from below.
We reap what we sow,
But in reaping we learn to fly.
We never really know,
We never really know.
We share some kind of enlightenment,
but we never really know.
To us plodding along,
The sun, the moon, the stars;
it all seems so strange,
But not to flying souls
We think that we own it,
but its borrowed every cent.
And at some point we must let go of it,
let those left behind lament.
Waving from on high,
Flying on and on and bye.
You down there don't you see?
What a grand and wonderful ceremony?
Drums roll like thunder.
flowers fall like rain.
Tears soften the soil.
It is we who watch who feel the pain.
Chris
http://www.cdnn.info/news/safety/s080613e.html
http://www.fraughtwithperil.com/blogs/revgreg/archives/2004_06.html
Chris, Thank you for posting this. I'm still reeling from the news...
Posted by: queen lolo at June 12, 2008 03:30 AMThank you.
Nancy
Well done. I am still in sort of denial.
"A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it." -- Dogen
Posted by: robin at June 12, 2008 04:30 PM"We think that we own it,
but its borrowed every cent.
And at some point we must let go of it,"
Great line... nice tribute..
At times like this, and after losing so many dear people in my life, and never losing the heavy effect or the sadness, it has to be more than just we think this temporary body was permanent, Greg made us feel good dammit, but Greg has now become a part of our life and help made us a better person.
He was a kind and gentle, very honest man, I will always miss him, and I don't have to let go of my memories.
Bruce