Hear me a moment spirit of the river
while I speak of grief.
Would that your many waters could carry it off
so rocks and gravel would wear it away.
This I know is not to be,
the grief of which I speak is far too heavy.
The hills absorb it but still it is immense.
The trees shudder
but can not shake it off.
Tears appear on the cheeks of old hardened men,
men accostumed to loss,
accostumed to dashed dreams
old men are moved as little children
in the weight of this grief.
Carry it river, would you?
Distribute it evenly amongst us
so that we as many can carry it
and not be crushed by its’ weight.
Carl Faber, October, 2014
I carry the weight as well as you Carl ..I Miss Ella. Thank you so much for sharing Patrice. Peace be with you my friend.. and all my love
thank you
Patrice, know that all who love Ella share that burden of grief. Ella is still right here, within each one of us. She is ready to guide us but we need to be still and listen to her. We love you Ella. We love you Patrice.
sometimes the river moves so swiftly
Wearing Ella’s river sneakers today to walk the shore/boardwalk here in Coney Island Brooklyn. Loving you always.
it cannot be understood – it just is – like the river that carries us all
love and peace to all
Thank you