by Glenn Fairman 2/26/17
The world contains more sorrow than our hearts can bear. And yet, against all reason, we persist in our struggle for love and light. Indeed, it is all about love and loss in this place of fragile humanity – where we take our stage cues and recite our couplets for a brief time, only to fade from the floodlights and recede inexorably into the wings.
Some people are like fixtures in your life. They have always been there and you assume that they will always be. Their very presence, even if you are not connected, makes the planet a more tolerable place—lends an air of stability to a life that grows increasingly bleak, as those precious to us fall and pass on to that undiscovered country. As we age, those departures become more unpalatable, as the vertigo of time afflicts first those whom we have loved, and finally, ourselves.
But there are better days ahead than we perhaps know.
Amidst the crescendoing tragedy encountered while contemplating that opaque veil of sorrow, there is a light—at first dim, but certain. And if the best among us seize hold of it, — who abide in that Grand Hope when all flesh falters, then let us take heart, mourn, raise our eyes, and be comforted. Be thou at peace, Dear One.
Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca.
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