It was an early morning in late March. The year was 1987. I had received word that my daughter had been killed in a car crash. Empty, broken, stripped bare of all ego, I stepped out onto my deck still slippery with dew. No robins sang, and the frogs in the pond were still. No barks from distant hounds echoed through the early buds. It was a quiet unlike any I had ever experienced. A dry, silent breeze stroked my cheeks. Tears bonded to my face. And color became as vibrant and loud as if a part of me. The orange of a dazzling sun peeking through towering pines, gelling with purple lilac swept me in, and I was separate from familiar earth yet more connected than I had ever been. My senseless black soul mixed with verdant trees and blue sky and tawny brown dirt. The new forsythia blooms blinded with brilliant yellow, and I was every color - every red flower, every green leaf. And in the radiant hush, the magnificent quiet, I was one with all life. I understood my connection to a universal energy. My journey from then until now is chronicled in The Magnificent Quiet - Losing a Loved One, an Open Letter available on my website. In this blog, I simply want to share a poem and a photograph.
A MAGNIFICENT QUIET
NO ROBINS SING, NO DISTANT BARKS
THE FROGS IN THE POND ARE STILL.
COLOR BECOMES VIBRANT AND LOUD
ORANGE SUN, PURPLE LILAC SWEEPING YOU IN.
ONE WITH VERDANT TREES,
BLUE SKY, TAWNY BROWN DIRT.
FORSYTHIA BLINDS WITH BRILLIANT YELLOW
AND YOU ARE EVERY RED FLOWER,
EVERY GREEN LEAF.
A DRY, SILENT BREEZE STROKES
EVAPORATING TEARS, TIGHTLY EMBRACING YOUR SPIRIT.
AND IN THE BRIEF MAGNIFICENT QUIET
YOU ARE ONE.
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Photograph with poem available photography page. www.carolemarshallstudio.com