International Still's Disease Foundation

Passages

When a man passes from this life, into another
there becomes a tear in time~
No longer does the man's spirit hold light
and dark at bay~
Suddenly, the light and shadow become one, and
the man's spirit is no more~
For us, left on this plane, we sense the empty
space, and know of the spirit's passing~
Each time his countenance enters our minds, each moment we
spend recalling his smile, his voice, his walk~
For those precious moments, the void fills
with his spirit~
And he walks the earth once more, in our minds
our hearts and always our souls~
We who mark his passing are spared
no pain~
The emptiness is all around us, we wait for his
step, his voice, his return~
And when it does not come, we ache
a little more~
There are no words to make the pain abate, only
day turning to night, and day again~
When the edges of the pain grow dull,
with time~
I ask that all of you remember him today,
and some of your tomorrows~
And allow his spirit to walk among us,
even for a little while~

–Cat Triller/08