Having been with many people and animals in their crossing over past death….

When the breath of life, goes out………nephesh
It is not a soul returning to some unseen space (as Plato presumed), it is a life which continues-a name, an oral story spoken by God
Always remembered before it knew itself.
Each creature’s identity is eternal. My Veterinarian said to me,
As I put my dog “down”. Do we really go down and up?
Nothing really dies. He said. Ok.
We grieve though, because it’s sad when the breath leaves the body-that is when we deflate our great temporary balloons.
Or when a bird can no longer sing here.
When the wind of the tune of music leaves the party. We grieve rightfully forsaken by loss, as part of our art of crossing over. With one another.
(A blessing in both directions!)
But the Wind keeps blowing despite us. And the music never ceases.
Each of us, eternal poems worth reading forever-out loud!
With breath between our lines. Selah.
And living hope in our lungs, as we lunge across
That unseen finished line towards what we always all were all along.
And Our bodies get taller and more themselves, in crossing!