You know the days!
You see mouth moving, but you fail to hear a sound
Our heart so burdened by the loss
You hear the passing voice, drowning out all others, longing to hear it again
So you walk and talk with a younger cousin
Tossing the ball - an Arch so wide from heart to heart
Lessening the pain we talk of the present joys
Archie stumbles on the rocks and gets up again, stunned, but trying to keep going
Like life keeps pushing you, pushing you to the present
To life as it is, and you hear voices again
Loving, caring, voices and the ball drops at your feet
She picks up the ball and tosses it
Her arm, a bird tattoo - so fitting
Considering the sparrows, the cardinals
Calling out - “freedom, hope, spirit, transition, and new opportunities.
Messengers of renewal, transition, and eternity”
My grandson and Archie and birds in the air
Unaware of this burden they lifted and the sweet sound to her ears.
Voices , Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem- Voices is a poem written on the day of a funeral luncheon. My niece was talking with my grandson playing with her dog Archie. Adult voices seemed without sound to our ears, but talking with a young cousin about the present and bright eyes about life currently was refreshing and joy to the soul. When I saw the picture taking by Cynthia, I knew it said more than words could say.
The cycle of life and how life doesn’t wait it keeps moving. And Archie had renewed vigor to fetch the ball again and again. At some point, you can hear voices again as your pain lessens so little as you enjoy present life as it is- Joe Holuta
