Sunday, 10 January 2016

Bearing witness





I’m not at that bedside when life ebbs from it,
I’m not at the riverbank when the pyre’s lit.
But I’m lessened all the same wherever I am,
and I bear witness in the way my life permits.


And I bear witness to each of those lonely trips,
to the vast, unending silence of silent lips.
I hold it cradled within the heart of my life
through every throb of happiness and all hardships.



A close and a favourite relative has passed away back home and I do not have the heart today to craft and polish fancy metaphors.  Writing it as it comes, the good (and there was much good, he was such a lively and fun person that just hearing his voice was a mood-lift! Really, he could give the term joie-de-vivre an inferiority complex!), the bad, and the ugly.  His daughter is making a lonely trip today, the loneliest possible, starting out from USA to India, the longest and the most terrible of journeys for anybody, and although I can't be with her as I want to be, I am there in spirit. Remembering, honouring, celebrating and mourning him every step of the way.



9 comments:

  1. I am so very sorry.
    It sounds as if his loss has diminished the world for everyone who knew him.

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  2. I'm sorry for the lost of someone close and who brought much joy. Prayers for your family and may his daughter have a safe journey.

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  3. Hi Nila - what a lovely thoughtful post to your relative ... losing someone who can lift us up - is not easy, especially if we are distant. My thoughts ... but his daughter does have a very sad journey to make ... all the best for the family - Hilary

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  4. So very sorry for your loss. Words that flow at such an emotional time are closest to heart, raw and real.

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  5. I'm very sorry for your loss of a special person in your life, Nila.

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  6. Thank you all for your kind words and prayers.

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  7. Heartfelt condolences on the loss.

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  8. Through your very natural and moving words Nila, you have indeed remembered, honoured, celebrated and mourned this lovely man. He must have been really someone! I feel for his daughter. That is a long journey to take in sadness, alone.

    Prayers for you at this time, dearest friend. :-)

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