Inspired by Emily

                    At a loss for words
                    it remains our privilege to use them.

We remember when we marveled at the rainbow
as the sun heated our backs
and a cloud wept a shower upon us.

It is difficult to comprehend
how we need both sun and shower to have the beauty;
how a rainbow that flourished at a place and for a time
remains vivid in a timeless space to which we often return;
how we can join together to share this timeless space
yet also keep it sacred and private.

Inspired by Emily

Bob Komives

 

We remember how we bicycled up Route 66.
Decades after it was lost to history
we found it as the road to our meeting point.
There we could renew our embrace--
a flesh-and-blood embrace
enhanced by the shadows of ancestors long since lost,
but found still in the shade of a small place called Braidwood.

Yes, it is difficult
to embrace the abundance of what we have
as we mourn the one we have lost,
to comprehend the wash of sunshine and weeping cloud,
to let timeless space replace real time and specific place,
to follow a route that is both lost and found,
to share something of ancestors who passed through,
and to envision the dreams for which we will be ancestors.

Yet, it is easy pleasure to share a rainbow.

                     At our loss of dear Emily
                     it remains our privilege to love her.

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