The Road Now
When my grandfather died I had nobody to turn to.
I did not cry, I was not sad and those around me called me names
I did not know what I was, I did not know what I felt.
Life later defined this day as lost, angry and confused
One week earlier I sat with the old man and listened as he spoke not the usual riddle.
He told me he was leaving this earth and I would no longer see him.
He shared two words with me, sacred words they turned out to be.
For many years these words would bring me light and guide me through the darkness.
My darkness being me, running, him leading as my wounds.
My loss was great, evidenced by the dent in my soul
Peace, Love, and Understanding I would not find until my own son and I traveled
Into a land unknown by me since I was a young boy, together we journeyed
The land was unkept and littered with weeds and a fading light of a marker hoping to be noticed.
There I saw his name and cleared the land as my young son watched
Anger, hurt, and disappointment ascended from the soil into the heavens
I began to understand and it was clear to me
Leaving was not something he could have controled
Yan Yak my friend in your time of grief, and forever as you walk forward
In the abundant light that you so freely share
May you find Peace, Love and Understanding
The Road Now
