JOE YOUNG
And when you hear the drumming heartbeat of your mother earth, you know it is time to go, to let loose the bonds of this mortal place, move on, become dead to it and find the light that is truly life.
There will be sadness left behind, and tears with all the thoughts that remind them not able to make the journey with you just yet. We weep not for your death but for the life we now must have without you.
That drumming heartbeat is there calling to all them of your kin who moved on before you to ease you 'cross that void of separation, a repatriation into what we have come to call heaven but is truly the start of an infinite journey.
A trek not on streets of gold but of light, harmony, life. Amity among all beings learned away from this place of the knowing of misery and plenty. Listen to the heartbeat of your mother the earth of air, sun, and dust for she has beat her heart out for you.
Let her love for you carry you to the unknown freedom, put up no fight for in places of light strong white and pure there is no fear, no pain, no more troubles to grow you older, weary you. There is only wisdom in ages old love born from the mind of a kind gentle spirit.
And when you hear the drumming heartbeat of your mother earth, you know it is time to go, to let loose the bonds of this mortal place, move on, become dead to it and find the light that is truly life.
There will be sadness left behind, and tears with all the thoughts that remind them not able to make the journey with you just yet. We weep not for your death but for the life we now must have without you.
That drumming heartbeat is there calling to all them of your kin who moved on before you to ease you 'cross that void of separation, a repatriation into what we have come to call heaven but is truly the start of an infinite journey.
A trek not on streets of gold but of light, harmony, life. Amity among all beings learned away from this place of the knowing of misery and plenty. Listen to the heartbeat of your mother the earth of air, sun, and dust for she has beat her heart out for you.
Let her love for you carry you to the unknown freedom, put up no fight for in places of light strong white and pure there is no fear, no pain, no more troubles to grow you older, weary you. There is only wisdom in ages old love born from the mind of a kind gentle spirit.
Hear her heart beating lovingly welcoming you to knowing that knowledge
in this place is little more than nothing, that what you let go of is quickly
replaced with the mind of an infinite in peace never broken.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee
7.1.2015
Joe was my children’s stepfather. For more than 30 years he was a better dad to them I ever could have been. He died at 0225 this morning, and he was my friend, I miss his presence in this place already.
Joe was my children’s stepfather. For more than 30 years he was a better dad to them I ever could have been. He died at 0225 this morning, and he was my friend, I miss his presence in this place already.
This is poignant in its beauty.
ReplyDeleteI have someone close to me who is struggling with 'letting go' or rather, letting another go, I am giving them this to read. It soothes an aching heart.
Shadow thank you. It is easy to let words flow when the heart is speaking them. I didn't know Joe had died when i started writing this. I was just finishing up the edit when i found out. He was a good man and my children are better for being under his guidance. They may never really walk the honed edge of the blade but they will at least walk on their own two feet. His way was better for them.
DeleteBeautifully written--it is a testimony to you that you could be a friend to your children's step-father.
ReplyDeleteJeff, Joe made it easy to be his friend, he had a world of experience, combat vet, farmer, small business owner but most of all a man who thought before he spoke and could see most every facet of every problem.
DeleteWow...
ReplyDeleteThanks e.
DeleteAwesome read, meoupapa ... you have big heart ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteSome say that is my largest character flaw meowmomma, but I also have no regrets in loving this man who loved our children.
DeleteSorry for this loss. A wonderful tribute to him.
ReplyDeleteThank you Charles.
Deletea tribute any one of us would rejoice hearing about ourselves. written by a good man for a good man.
ReplyDeletei'm sorry for your loss, mark.
love
kj
kj Joe is a galaxy now above the stars and it is well deserved.
DeleteRIP. I like the coda best of all . . .
ReplyDeleteMeant every word of it Eric, he was my friend.
DeleteBeautiful heartfelt tribute. Sorry for your loss, and glad you can feel it and express it with depth and dignity.
ReplyDeleteH-MY true loss came 33 years ago, but I will always be grateful for the man who parented and loved my children. He was able to understand and helped me to never be jealous of him teaching them how to be good people, instead of simple ghetto rats.
DeleteI am sorry for your loss my friend.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like he was a wonderful man,
and there when he needed to be - or when
you could not. I hope he finds solace
in that unknown freedom.
I know he is well in the eternal now X, my feeling for him is expressed here when he lived among us and a release to move on, he had done what he set out to do when he married my ex, parent two very young children to adulthood.
DeleteI doubt any of the five fathers who've begrudgingly ceded children to my care will write me anything as nice when I'm gone.
ReplyDelete25-30 years ago Bill, it was not easy to admit that Joe was a better parent than i was or could be. It took time, I fought long and hard for very limited rights to my children but the ex moved them so far away from me that it became a near impossibility to see them every other week-end. I had to have faith in the judgment I made of the man she married, as time went on we became friends.
DeleteDon't know your personal situation but if you are a good man, a goos parent who is patient with the children of another then this is for you also, only while you live.
Mark, that is likely the most beautiful thing you have written. It is so strong in it's truth. I am crying, but finding great comfort. Thank you my friend. xo
ReplyDeleteI have not yet forgotten how to be grateful or to love most humans who treat fairly with others Jodi.
DeleteA loving eulogy Mark. It's often said that parting is such sweet sorrow and your words amplify this old adage perfectly, (in my opinion of course).
ReplyDeleteThank you Phillip. Joe truly was a good man.
DeleteMark, I just came back to reread this. With your permission, I would like to write it in a journal I am keeping regarding Dane. Is that okay? I surely will give you the credit that is due for this wonderful poem. xo
ReplyDeleteO f course you may use this piece Jodi. I am sorry YOU felt you needed to ask.
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