Her soul watched closely while we cried to her body.
She could not hear our calls when she wandered in the fields of Light.
For what we tried to claim turned to dust, scattering through our fingers. And what the flesh could answer we did not understand.
Only Spirit can choose to return for it is never lost.
2-23-05, Moreno Valley, CA
I wrote this poem about my sister at a time when she lived through a series of life changing events. I wanted to express my fear and anxiety about the thought of losing a sibling and the nature of the eternal soul.
I also dedicate this poem to my mother, Basilia Ulenghong. Her nickname was Lily. And whenever I see a lily I am reminded of her peaceful nature and beautiful spirit. October 3rd marked the twentieth anniversary of her passing.
Their strength, grace, and spirit inspire me and I hope this poem inspires you too.