This piece was written in response to a romantic disaster of my youth and another later in life to a friend. Relationships now seem so casual that I'm not sure many will will find empathy with an intense one sided commitment of one to another. The concept uses a female/ male romantic construct but the situation is a universal failure of an intended personal relationship.
The Requiem
We celebrate the Life and Mourn the Death Of this Spirit Child of Love. It sprang from the Heart of its Mother, full of promise, seeking succor at the heart of its intended Father But He knew it not. His own Heart saw it as a stranger and could not take it in.
It is not the fault of the Father that the child is Dead. It could have lived in the Heart of the Mother unrequited. But the Spirit Child of Love would not grow without succor and so the Mother Killed it. We are here to scatter its ashes in the barren desert of its Mother's Soul.
But as You Mourn its Death Know that it can be reborn. Its ancestor is the Phoenix. When it hears the Siren cry of new Love it will arise from its ashes out of the barren desert and leap forth into the world from the Heart of its Mother seeking succor from the Heart of its new intended Father
Love can never die. As long as there are those that give it birth, it will spring forth into the world. And where it finds nurture it will grow and Blossom into a thing of Beauty and bring Joy into the lives of those who behold it.
Despair is replaced with anticipation. Hear the Song of the siren. Hear it and give Birth. Sing it and nurture that which you have wrought. Share it and know Joy.
Copyright © 2004 William H. Hodge. All rights reserved
First of all, I apologise for not being able to write so poetically, so beautifully. Secondly, I have to say that in my particular case, the Siren song was hauntingly beautiful, yet I should have been beware of it. It wasn't a romantic relationship, but a friendship I thought would survive the strongest storms. We met at the elementary school, the odd ones, the three girls with their own and shared ideas on life, the Universe, and everything. We relied on each other, maybe because our home lives were so different and so stressful, especially when we entered the adolescence. We were close, very close, even when one of us started a family and another left for the shores unknown. I don't know what happened after our 33-34 birthdays. Yes, the children were growing up, the distant shore was no longer distant. It seems to me today as if Krakatoa had erupted. And then there was a decade-long silence. Then we seemed to find each other again, "older, wiser." Older for certain. I'm not so sure about wiser. We spent hours on the phone and, after a few months of what seemed to be like your Phoenix of friendship, the calls stopped, the sitting together on a bench in the nearby park was over. I am heartbroken, maybe because we've known each other for such a long time, maybe because we shared experiences both of overwhelming grief and great joy. I would love to open my heart to friendship, but I doubt it will shine in my life again.
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Your responce was both beautiful and meaningingful, Paulina. It also added the additional element of actually being a relationship between friendsfor years. It was meaningful until it wasn't. But the fact that it was nourished for years is the reward of it having been born. That is the reason for offing the opprotunity to have a relationship. Relationships can be Romantic or friendship or having a game of chess. It is opprotunity offered. If it is accept,even for a brief time, it is to be cherished and can be ever present in the memory of it.
ReplyDeleteMy Poetic Prose was to illustrat connection which was never made. The point is that the potential to create a new relationship is ever present. It can be reborn by choice. It may hb as rewaeding as your for asw long as it last and enriched your life to always be remembered or it may never be nurtured at all. But the potential to connect is always in you as long as you make the choice. It may bring pleasure or pain or both but it is your freedom to begin again whenever opprotunity open your eyes to a possibility.