Goodbye, Mack
An occupational hazard of getting older is losing friends and acquaintances. Today, I learned that a special person has completed the transition from this life to another. I dont think Mack has actually died; she has just shed the cocoon of human existence. If anyones spirit lives on, Macks does. More than any other person Ive yet to meet, Mack had a special insight into living and was attuned to the rhythms of Creation.
Mack, thank you for choosing to dwell among us for awhile. The world is richer for you having lived, and we who knew you are vastly richer for the experience. Godspeed.





Sorry for your loss, Glenn. My poem "A Final Journey" was written the night before my father's funeral. If you haven't read it yet, let me know if you think it fits.
January 21, 2008 11:30 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks. Mack is a most unique and special person, and the poem fits well. She would have liked it. Here is something I wish I had written:
A Chrysalis
Maybe I'll someday write of a chrysalis or a chrysalid experience; something that speaks of awakening and new birth and hope and not of sadness.
Glenn
January 21, 2008 12:02 PM | Reply | Permalink
wrong button
January 21, 2008 11:59 AM | Reply | Permalink
I love your description of this "transition" we're all headed for. Somehow people believe this existence is the best "life" has to offer. But that's a pretty simplistic notion. And one day we'll "find out" when we get to the "other side."
We feel sad and miss someone, of course, but then they become a part of us somehow.
January 21, 2008 2:05 PM | Reply | Permalink
Lass, this remember, Yeats as well?
... it had become a glimmering girl
with apple blossom in her hair
who called me by my name and ran
and fading in the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
through hollow lands
and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
and kiss her lips and take her hands
and walk among long dappled grass
and pluck til time and times are done ...
Father C +
January 21, 2008 11:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
Warm words on a cold evening, but nay, Father.
'tis faded through the brightening air
Time's still a great storyteller, but your trickery fails again!
Love you so.
January 21, 2008 11:27 PM | Reply | Permalink
~
Before now, then forever.
~OGD~
January 22, 2008 12:17 AM | Reply | Permalink
A stanza from a sentimental poem by George Cooper I'd once mistaken as James Fenimore Cooper's:
Or:
11After he had said this, he went on to tell them, "Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up."
12His disciples replied, "Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better." 13Jesus had been speaking of his death, but his disciples thought he meant natural sleep.
14So then he told them plainly, "Lazarus is dead, 15and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him."
16Then Thomas (called Didymus) said to the rest of the disciples, "Let us also go, that we may die with him."
17On his arrival, Jesus found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb for four days. 18Bethany was less than two miles[a] from Jerusalem, 19and many Jews had come to Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. 20When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home.21"Lord," Martha said to Jesus, "if you had been here, my brother would not have died. 22But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask."
23Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again."
24Martha answered, "I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day."
25Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; 26and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
27"Yes, Lord," she told him, "I believe that you are the Christ,[b] the Son of God, who was to come into the world."
28And after she had said this, she went back and called her sister Mary aside. "The Teacher is here," she said, "and is asking for you." 29When Mary heard this, she got up quickly and went to him. 30Now Jesus had not yet entered the village, but was still at the place where Martha had met him. 31When the Jews who had been with Mary in the house, comforting her, noticed how quickly she got up and went out, they followed her, supposing she was going to the tomb to mourn there.
32When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died."
33When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. 34"Where have you laid him?" he asked.
"Come and see, Lord," they replied.
35Jesus wept.
36Then the Jews said, "See how he loved him!"
37But some of them said, "Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?"
38Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. 39"Take away the stone," he said."But, Lord," said Martha, the sister of the dead man, "by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days."
40Then Jesus said, "Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?"
41So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, "Father, I thank you that you have heard me. 42I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me."
43When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, "Lazarus, come out!"
44The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face.
Jesus said to them, "Take off the grave clothes and let him go."
January 22, 2008 12:32 AM | Reply | Permalink
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
and nodding by the fire
take down this book
and slowly read
and dream of the soft look your eyes had once
and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace?
And loved your beauty with love false or true?
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
mumur a little sadly how love fled
and paced upon the mountains overhead
and hid his face amidst a crowd of stars. [WBY]
January 22, 2008 2:07 PM | Reply | Permalink