Provision

There’s an urgency

to complete this stage of grief,

yet courage that seems to unleash

a delicate grace amidst emergency.

The moments of simplicity

where the vibrations you sowed still sound so sweet,

encourage a dream of a tree that would grow

deep and magnificent if it survived off the music played alone

while no one listened.

Now you kneel before the throne

where he has risen.

His existence imparts a new depth of sound.

You were once lost and imprisoned

now you wear crown.

The courage experienced while you’re not around,

comes from the shower of vibrations

you still send till it surrounds

that which tries to apprehend the ground

you left after your decent beyond the clouds.

Your sublime provision as a song from a distance.

Time goes on,

but it is never finished.

.kng

 

 

I miss you. I love you. Andrew.