We Would All Be Dead
If God Was Not Patient, So
Everything Evolves
Archive for the Death Category
Posted in Death, Philosophical with tags Everything Evolves, If God was not patient on July 21, 2022 by blglick
For my beloved cousin, Kathy
Posted in Death, Family, LIght, Love with tags A Bright and Eternal Flame, A Light of Kindness on March 21, 2022 by blglickA Light of Kindness
Flickers Into Darkness And
I Can’t Catch My Breath
This Light Not Tended
But Not Forgotten, A Piece
Of My Foundations
Breathe I Tell Myself
Breathe. How Can This Hole Exist?
How Do I Go On?
Breathe I Tell Myself
And All at Once, I Recall
All The Bright Moments
And I Know This Light
Of Kindness Will Burn On, A Bright
And Eternal Flame
Posted in Death, History, Memories with tags All Our History is Shared, More True Than Any Fact, We Cannot Breath on May 25, 2020 by blglick
All Our History
Is Shared. Each of Us Wants It
Unique, Ours Alone
We turn to Glory
And Away from Blood Until
We are Overwhelmed
Taken by the Chaos
Of Forgotten Memory
And We Cannot Breathe
As That Memory
Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
True than Any Fact
Full of Glory and
Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
Our Forgiving Hearts
Remembering Kent State
Posted in Death, Haiku'd Photographs, History, Hope, Memories with tags Remembering Kent State, Salvation is Our to Find and Craft, Trade Violence for Calm on May 4, 2020 by blglickNow Fifty Years On
We Still Argue in Guns and
Violence and Hatred
Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?
Trade Violence For Calm, 
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath
A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye
Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time
Posted in Death, Memories with tags Chasing the Immortal Word, Counting out Our Days on October 25, 2017 by blglick
Driving Through Darkness
Chasing the Immortal Word
Counting Out Our Days
Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Philosophical, Spiritual with tags finding our way, Grief unpacks it's bags on July 30, 2016 by blglick
Grief Unpacked Its Bags,
A Sudden and Unwanted Guest
With No Plans to Leave
A Sudden and Unwanted Guest
With No Plans to Leave
Loss on Every Shelf
Sorrow in Every Drawer
Pain Beneath the Bed
We Could Not Quite Breathe
Wondering if That Moment
Might Not Ever End
But Time Does Still Pass
And Grief Turned Towards Us With
All Its Open Heart
And We Also Found
Among the Sorrow and Loss
A Shining Honor
The Consolations
Of Shared Memories, the Breath
Of Persistent Love
So It Turns Out That
This Life is not Perfect and
Grief is not a Guest
But Our Souls do Rise
To Every Occasion and
Our Hearts Will Reach Out
And We Will Carry
Honor, Memory, and Love
As We Find Our Way
Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags Before and After, Flung Forward By Time, That Line on January 12, 2016 by blglick
Flung Forward By Time,
Willed Life Shattering Into
A Kind of Foundling
It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now
Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.
Posted in Death, Memories, Moon, Ocean with tags Grief's Rip Tide, No Shore In Sight on November 18, 2015 by blglick
Quarter Moon Rising,
But Still Caught in Grief’s Rip Tides,
With No Shore in Sight
But Still Caught in Grief’s Rip Tides,
With No Shore in Sight
In Memoriam, Joe DiJulio
Posted in Death, Love, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags Heavy Heart, Some Little Longer, Tarry Here on July 31, 2015 by blglick
He Has Gone Ahead
But You Must Tarry Here for
Some Little Longer
But You Must Tarry Here for
Some Little Longer
Between Now and Then
On That Long Bridge Between Loss
And Recovery
A Heavy Heart is
Still a Sacred Vessel Filled
With Enduring Love
Chasing Comets with Davi
Posted in Death, Friends, Memories, Night, Roads, Trees, Tri-ku with tags Davi Dohm, loss, memory on March 14, 2013 by blglick
Two Years of Driving
This Road In My Mind With You
Tonight Actually There
Shocking Accident,
My Presence Now, And Yours Then,
At The Tree’s Scarred Base
We Both Have Gone On
But Only I Can Return
And Wonder Why…
A Year in Haiku 