*Since April is poetry month, I will share what awakens the green-eyed one within me in verse…
Still waters unbroken by terrific chaos
and all is well within this desert land
until one with more peaks, valleys and bountiful
beating hearts, blood coursed veins
he moves no more, lying still
so very still, he is stoned,
vaulted in stone and carried away
reaped away by one whom we cannot see
but all must meet in that final hour.
How many deserves this fate more than he?
I can think of two, three…maybe twenty
who should take my father’s place
in that cold sanctuary, where meditation is
I envy you daughters! Sons! Who have your fathers
still in this world, heart beating and bleeding
and you are joyful for it.
This gem, this green jewel I will hold
but I am not sad
because we all must meet him-the one we cannot see
but not too early.
-By Erica J