The Beauty of a Moment

Two harrowing years
of billowing loss–
yet so many gains
have placated across
this crazy life of mine,
for many I have lived–
a roving jewel
like Katie Cruel
and an immigrant.

I’ve seen the Colosseum,
long past the Ides of March,
Cornish waves along the shoreline,
and an Imperial, Triumphant Arch.
I’ve beheld the standing and rebuilding
years after World War II
of both infrastructures and people
and what resiliency can do.
I cannot account for all the beauty
that my eyes have seen,
but one of the most riveting ones
came on March 4, 2017.

It was an Apache Saturday,
but not like my childhood ones,
where in the distance when we played,
you could hear the tribal drums.
Where I was in a Mo Betta, hand-sewn shirt
that my grandmother had made,
somehow connecting me to the prairie–
like a cowgirl in settlement days.

We laid in bed together–
her in immeasurable amounts of pain.
We listened to tapes of hymnals,
and she mustered the strength and sang.
Grandpa came in every 15 minutes
and laid his head on her beating heart.
Quivery, she reassured him,
“You are my sweetheart.”
62 years of friendship
joy, anger, tears, and affection
were boiled down into a moment
of indescribable, human-bond perfection.

If you’ve never got to observe
two people saying goodbye,
reaffirming their connection
because one is about to die,
then my future wish for you–
as crazy as this might sound–
is that you will get experience this.
The beauty and truth are beyond profound.
On that Apache Saturday,
I witnessed what love should be.
Here’s to Oscar Riley and Sonia Lou.
You gave that reality to me.

To all my friends and loved ones,
moving forward in unfolding years,
it’s not about the winning.
Gains usually come wrapped in tears.
I have prayers and wishes for you.
I hope your love runs deep and wide,
your connections are enduring and true.
and you have peace where you abide.
Tis not about a year’s end–
for ends make no difference at all–
it’s in the beauty of each moment,
rising in love no matter the fall.

8 thoughts on “The Beauty of a Moment

    1. Thank you so much for your comment. I really appreciate your feedback, and I’m glad it moved you. Yes. That moment was a life-changing one–like having your firstborn. I’ve seen many majestic and beautiful places on this earth, and nothing compares to witnessing that moment. 🙂

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      1. I’m happy you got to witness it. I can clearly
        imagine it as it is something I have thought of when I think of deep rich love…but obviously not feel what you did. Sets a benchmark no?

        I used to listen to a song called Naked as we came by Iron and
        Wine. My mates thought I was an emo as I thought the concept
        Of discussing death between two lovers was morbid. I think it’s beautiful to imagine being in the arms of someone you loved the entirety of most of your life as they slip away.

        Here’s the if you’d like to listen

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      2. That’s a great song! I love Iron and Wine. Thank you for sharing that one. Another really great one is Ben Folds’ “The Luckiest.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9bRmuP-kQY
        And…there ain’t no shame in being Emo. lol! There’s really few things as pure and true as witnessing a death between two lovers, especially of 62 years. I actually whipped out my camera. I apologized at the time, but told them that the artist in me couldn’t not capture that moment. After my grandmother died a week later, my grandfather looked at the pictures for the first time after the funeral. He was very grateful for the photos. I have not ever posted those, because they are so intimate. But, our family certainly treasures them. 🙂

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