Final Reunion

After a poignant conversation with my wife about our dearly loved pet Hennessy, and the loss experienced there, I had this sense of longing for reunion. I imagined being able to run towards each other again and remain there. Is there such a reality where we never have to part with loved ones? 

A farewell song as we all march along

Once a waltz, a dance, a chance to move from me to we  

Now walking aimlessly in the street

So incomplete

Kneeling, a heart bleeding for thee

Looking skyward as the rain thumps down

Tears mixing with drain water on the ground

You were here, but now you’re gone

A final goodbye as I move along 

Alone

Desperate for the memory of union

Searching for … the final reunion

We laughed, we played, we knew the way

We talked about nothing, and it made sense

Jokes made at our own expense

It didn’t matter – nothing that we could say

Could ever take away

Or replace 

That which we held sacred every day

Only death, the final farewell

The veil, the curtain, hiding heaven and hell

Stripping us of our home in union

Destroying all hope in a final reunion

The final reunion

The last time we have to part

The final reunion

The backtrack to the very start

The final reunion

No more leaving, no more grieving

The final reunion

No doubt remains in our believing

You run back to me as in a dream

It’s just like it has always been

A dance, a chance

For love’s curtain call … a call for faithful stance

Like a puppy greeting the wayward traveler at the door

I rush eagerly towards the love of my life

I recall what this love and this pain are for

The loss, the longing, the union

The cost, the belonging, the reunion

The sweetest of reunions

One that is, alas, final – the last of its kind

As we reunite in heart, soul, and mind

Finally knowing what was yours and ours … is mine

As everything dissolves in the mist of space and time 

In a final rhyme 

A farewell song as we all sing along

Now a grand waltz, a dance, a chance to truly see 

Now joining in celebration in the streets

Whole and complete

Kneeling, in prayer, a heart open to thee