The first thing that comes to mind
is the reunion she must now be having…
with a son lost to Vietnam,
a husband gone now 25 years,
another son slipping away – so very far away –
but not so long ago.
And then someone asks, “Are you sure? How do you know?”
You see, she wants so badly
to believe me.
So I analyze it – and without grounds –
realize I cannot ‘know’… and so begin to
“But… but, her Spirit is so great!
there is no way
she does not exist
at least somewhere other than here.”
This does not satisfy the masses
my illogical attempt at faith.
But for those whose faith is not inborn or unwavering,
and for those who someday realize their mind is held captive by demanding thoughts…
well, it is the best I can do
in a time like this.
Hold onto the Spirit,
let go of the rest.