Boundless Care

BOUNDLESS CARE

I think of you often

And like a balm

Thoughts doth calm

And my pain doth soften

Friends are close

Some are far

Some bring joy

And with others we spar

People come and go

And whilst in our life

They help us grow

And a surer path doth show

The more I add years

The more frequent the tears

As more and more friends

Leave this plane

And I here doth remain

The path ahead grows more clear

As my end draws near

There are more years behind

Than those ahead

Though this I do not mind

I look ahead

With both joy and dread

For while I know

T'is a better place I go

I have much failings

In my life that will show

I close my eyes

And reflect

On those who have gone by

And remember the effect

They've had on me

And how much better a person

They've helped me be

This stands true

For both those here and above

As there is no boundary

For a true heart with love

I would be remiss

To not include among those I miss

The friends that have drifted away

In pursuing their own way

And those that remain

Their presence

Easy to obtain

Though in reality

Whether here or there

I still do, their well-being care

And many, of this love

Are unaware

-Shiidon, October 2011

Well it has been almost a month since my last post. This is not because of desire but of a very busy schedule. There is much that has happened and yet little. I am working hard on my various projects and they all seemed to need extra attention at the same time. I had a culmination of hard work for the Texas Bahá'í School and am still doing the wrap up on that as well. Organized chaos is a way I would describe it. I was reflecting on friends and people when this first part of the poem came to me. Within hours I had heard of the passing of an old friend whom I knew in Chicago and the Bahamas who had given me great advise prior to my moving to Los Angeles and then China later on. Some of you may have known her, Yael Wurmfeld. So this poem is in some ways influenced by memories of her and others who have passed on as well as some who have passed in and out of my life.

We are all connected in some way. We are all from the same place and are going to the same place. There is a common love that exists between us all. We can choose to see it or not. It is in its truest form, a gestalt. This reality will be more than evident when we pass from this world to the next, or so I believe.