Today my heart is sad after seeing my friend's lifeless body in a casket - because she was so full of life here on earth. She couldn't get enough of life. She insisted on seeing everything and doing everything, no matter how difficult or inconvenient it was from her scooter. At the funeral home it wasn't just the weirdness of seeing a body - it was, that of everyone there, Jacquie would have been most likely to be in the middle of the crowd, enjoying, mingling, talking. It reminded me of this very old poem of mine:
This is a solitary journey
to spiritual heights unknown.
The creation of a new life form,
the harbinger of heaven.
In the essence of being
pain intermingles with joy.
Without tears, without doubts
the pursuit is meaningless.
There is iniquity without an alibi,
there is breath without thought.
There is awe beyond comprehension,
gratitude beyond words.
In the creation of me
is a continuous changing vision
of my consecrated life
and aching for what was never known.