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Cloud Atlas
( for Liam )
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons
taunting thoughts beyond control
perhaps memories or regrets-
maybe voices calling you home
who doesn’t contend
with such in the flesh
One thing I know – your choice
is no one’s fault, because you
were not a man to blame someone else;
but, assumed responsibility
for your own decisions
It’s an eternal recurrence, this life
the one before – those to follow-
Because “Our lives are not our own.
We are bound to others, past and present,
and by each crime and every kindness
we birth our future.”
If there was anything I could say to you
it’s that you will be remembered by me
as a man who didn't take this decision lightly-
and, for whatever reason, thought leaving
in the best interest of your family
If I can imagine you now, this moment
you quietly walked through a door
with your name on it- available to open
anytime you were ready to return home
because we are not prisoners of this world
We each have an assigned exit route
available when it becomes too much-
when the weight of flesh and bone
is too heavy for our spirits to bear
suffocating our will to continue
If I could imagine you in the future
I would see those you loved most
walk through their own doors
at their chosen or appointed time-
to find you waiting for them
Godspeed, Liam
Until we meet again. . .
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons
taunting thoughts beyond control
perhaps memories or regrets-
maybe voices calling you home
who doesn’t contend
with such in the flesh
One thing I know – your choice
is no one’s fault, because you
were not a man to blame someone else;
but, assumed responsibility
for your own decisions
It’s an eternal recurrence, this life
the one before – those to follow-
Because “Our lives are not our own.
We are bound to others, past and present,
and by each crime and every kindness
we birth our future.”
If there was anything I could say to you
it’s that you will be remembered by me
as a man who didn't take this decision lightly-
and, for whatever reason, thought leaving
in the best interest of your family
If I can imagine you now, this moment
you quietly walked through a door
with your name on it- available to open
anytime you were ready to return home
because we are not prisoners of this world
We each have an assigned exit route
available when it becomes too much-
when the weight of flesh and bone
is too heavy for our spirits to bear
suffocating our will to continue
If I could imagine you in the future
I would see those you loved most
walk through their own doors
at their chosen or appointed time-
to find you waiting for them
Godspeed, Liam
Until we meet again. . .
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