Friday, January 17, 2014
AN ORDINARY TUESDAY..
A DAY IN THE LIFE/DEATH OF....
Aurora sees our Sea of Grass happily swaying.
For winter in SW Florida we have a saying:
Season has little affect on life's daily mundane:
what, who and whether--decisions made:
light blue jackets, green shoes, feathered hats?
In balmy south florida even little black gnats
continue staging nightly crusades.
On this day...
St Ann school yard: properly-uniformEd girls,
knee-length skirts, white blouses 'neath curls,
tiny brown shoes running in small world, a'skelter.
All making wonderful noise.
Attempting same time perfect poise! HA!
No need today for indoor shelter.
Boys over there, giving not a whit...
playing baseball, yelling "Foul!"
"NO! (dammmit!) It's a hit!"
An ordinary day? Yes!
A hundred people walk reverently past this scene
ostensibly unseen, to gather, remember and adore
in chapel, seating 50 souls, standing 50 more.
(They never realize)
when one of us has died
we each die a little inside.
and early we all rise
to show up
to own up
as what each agree,
"next one could be me."
"He taught us little; but our soul
Had felt him like the thunder's roll."
Written on occasion of a memorial mass for a friend--sober 31 years--who drifted away, and isolated from his program. and could not deal with life on life's terms.
He blew his head off a week ago.
"Remember we deal with alcohol: Cunning, Baffling, Powerful. Without help it is too much for us..."
--Alcoholics Anonymous pp 58-59 (italics mine)