Glowing colors spread across the dawning day,
one week after you departed our world.

On this quiet street where nothing happens,
tragedy happened to you, and those who love you.

The man driving his truck couldn't stop in time.
He will never forget involuntarily ending your life.
I saw his face registering what he had done.

We pray for him daily, and for your family,
who lost you so suddenly.

I have never known a gentler soul.

Now that you are fully in the Light,
your voice, your soft, smiling laughter
come to me frequently.

I hear you saying, and it feels very real:
"Live fully and sweetly, as I have done."

Life it seems
can be full of hate
full of love
or full of dreams--
but no one has the right
to lash out,
to maim, to torture
or
to bring about pain
to any living creature--
be them man or beast
I'm learning that this world
(at the very least)
is home to us all
and that it's up to us
to make sure it doesn't break apart,
that it doesn't fall
into the oblivion of utter disrepair--
for should we lose this home (our world)
we'll all be dust particles
just floating aimlessly in the air...