THE SPIRIT MOVES

A spirit moves
like the giant walls in Moki Canyon
Down to the channels end
and back out again
a spirit moves
A spirit moves
like the awesome bodies of water in Lake Powell
Observant, sometimes quiet -
sometimes loud -
Laughter gently rippling
along the water ways
The Spirit moves in on us.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

ON HIS PASSING

One could say a trick had been played
on poor David Gibson ...

An Elvis look alike, Gemini charm with
  "various abilities",
Well versed in the old "family games".
Valued as a child, and loved by all! Yet,
A mysterious sadness befell him.

Similar to grieving, like ole man Mead,
feeling sorry about the world or for himself,
He fell into it's trap and he
Gave way, he surcame, gave up his health.

I'm so sorry to loose you David.
Life with you was fun.
Whenever it was ... wherever it was
You deserved life's best.

You let us all go, one by one,
Near to no attachments.
A loving mother, red-neck relatives,
Careers & children, you had it all!

I'm so sorry to lose you, David.
Wherever & whenever it was.
We all knew you were making your choices
And we hoped you would choose...  us.

So we can confess, we love you still,
And hold you dear through it all.
God will be good to you,
And you may find your reward.

So say "hi" to Mom, Aunt Merle & Uncle Whitey
Uncle OK, & to your dad Lee
And all the rest who've gone before you
And tell them we had a great family!

Tell them we had a great time!
Sometimes a hard life that made it longer,
But, hanging on was good,
And daily we get stronger.

But now we can let go
Of Mom's beloved David ..
Knowing he'll find peace at last
On hollowed ground in Heaven.

We all kept pulling for him
Our hearts cried "Don't let go bro"!
Don't let go! Until it's your time!
Because we sincerely did not want you to go.

                                       ZCMI 
                                      12/10/2005