It Will End, I’m Sad to Say
By Jane Tawel
September 19, 2023
And then it will end.
And all will be as never before,
and never again,
and never ever more.
But whether I shall enter something new,
through a small crack in the ether,
or a wide-open door,
my current view is that all things old,
will pass away.
And that makes me sad today.
Yes, it will end, I’m sad to say.
Hasn’t anyone ever told you?
It’s okay to be sad.
Grief is the gift we fear most to open,
but once unwrapped,
and held tight in shaking hands,
and viewed deeply with eyes continually filling
with the tears of unshed fears or hopeless hopes;
well, then, grief can become a friend
that helps us fill the moments with music,
the music of our real lives,
that the tick-tock-tick of the clocks
try to drown out.
If life is a symphony,
and grief is a dirge,
then only the urge
of our deepest desires,
can transform life and love
into what may inspire
Eternal cognition of a unified whole;
but until then we just have to trust,
in what may be the Soul.
Oh, isn’t the world wonderful?
Today I saw a poor little squirrel,
whose life was ended by the rush
of someone trying to get to work on time,
someone whose mind was probably focused blindly