By: Courtney Beck
I remember the day that I learned you would die.
Just A child, pierced to the very center,
I contorted and screamed
and ran into your arms.
I strangled your every word of comfort and
Though you were thoughtful and kind,
found them utterly unsatisfying.
You couldn’t rearrange this new reality,
no matter how hard you tried.
And who of us wouldn’t try?
Who of us wouldn’t attempt to shroud
the loss of a god so large?
I’m afraid there are not enough
sheets in a global hemisphere
that could veil such a cavernous void.
So I made arrangements.
I put you at the corner of my heart,
And felt the distorted and sick sort of safety
That one must feel at the edges of an airplane,
Right before you dive.
Right before you trust the parachute,
That thin and corded sheet that we’ve packed just so
For that moment in the air,
In some distant future, or maybe later today,
When, because of our meticulous planning,
we’ll believe in the power of a rip chord
to keep us safe.
This did not do.
This did not suffice.
I’ve never liked the edges of an airplane.
I’ve always wanted the wide open spaces,
of the green and grassy fields of the earth.
I’ve always wanted full breaths of warm air and morning dew.
I’ve only ever wanted the warmth and comfort of your presence.
And so I re-wrote the flight plan,
The best that I could.
I closed that fearful doorway and
landed the plane in our field.
And either at a distance or close by
I suppose I made arrangements.
I worked at loving you
From the center of my heart,
And though human and limited
It was perfect.
Today I walk in the cold, cleansing rain,
remembering your ways and your words.
I feel your necklace as it swings,
side to side, step by step
On the edges of a heart that
loved you from the very center.
I decide that
Warm tears and a cool rain will
fill an empty cup, eventually.
I decide to make arrangements;
and hold this vessel.
I determine to watch it fill, and overflow,
Full of gratitude, full of fire.
Full of rest and full of life.
10 Replies to “Poetry: Making Arrangements”
Wept through this one. Like, I can’t even breathe.
Me too, friend. Me too.
Well said, my friend. Continuing to pray for you as you grieve.
Love, Stacey Sent from my iPad
Wow…..you’ve taken words and made them art….breathtaking gorgeous, deep, meaningful emotions….🙏❤️
Thank you Patty!
Thank you Stacey…feeling the love!
Beautiful dear friend! ::Hugs::
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Sorry you had to go through this so young Courts. Glad you have Andy and the kids, your Dad, Kris and many others who love you. Your Mom’s watching over you from the next life.
Thanks Bob. Mom is with us for sure.