Lament/Eulogy

The light falls too bright
On these days of darkness.
The green has come too fast, too soon, too much.
Blossoms fill the trees with fresh pink profusion
How can they shimmer so against the sun
When you walk in such darkness?
Child of my heart
Your face always turned into the wind
Chin lifted
Constantly asking of yourself
Such strength
How can the universe now ask you to bear
Even the softness of Spring?

But, they left flowers
Those who came . . .
Flowers and blossoms and boughs
Draped in deep richness over the things he loved
They left words blooming
Those who came . . .
Those he had touched
“Peace Brother”
“I Love you Evan”
“You taught me the importance of livin’ . . .”

He knew
Let the mountains bloom emerald with eternal promise
Let the forsythia shout at the sun
And be answered in golden song
Let the blossoms dance down the wind like a blessing
Let Spring come


Edwina Peterson Cross
March 9, 2005