Josiah

on grief & hope

there’s a magic in becoming

one thing transforming, metamorphosing

into a completely new other

yet the greatest

strangest transition

may not be from one physical thing

to one physical thing—

not caterpillar to butterfly

not even water to wine

but passion to person—

not carnal passion

not thoughtless urgency in the form

of expressed need or desire

but physical expression

of care

devotion

togetherness

service to another that

when at the perfect time

in impossibly optimal conditions

is allowed to reincarnate

as beating heart, pulsing lungs,

flexing fingers, pitter-pattering feet—

not only powered by an act of love

but the physical manifestation

of love itself

taken shape

in a new vessel

/

“one thousand things have to go right”

and so they do

for those completely unaware

they needed to—

what conceives effortless bliss for one

carries the truth of suffering for another—

take for granted

that for which another

would give her soul

& discover the drought

in your own

//

departure

poorly disguised

as early arrival—

does this road circle back?

will his exit lead

to reunion?

had his entry-exit taken the form

you & I both knew without knowing

surely he would have discovered

more than one person

longing to discover him

aching to receive him—

and yet

his eagerness birthed

the haste of that Reunion

we all wait for

as the Eyes that always

sought for him

met his own—

brand new eyes

formed in time

to behold his being beheld

by the One Who gave him

only to take him back

unto Himself

for Himself

forever safe

perfectly loved

yet worlds apart—

waiting to one day

behold those whose love

moved the Giver to give at all

///

the giving Hand

which took

will give again

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