Faith

Today several people I care about said goodbye to loved ones who passed on from this life to the next. It’s always hard to let someone go, but don’t you think it’s especially difficult during the holidays? A friend gave me this poem by Rabindranath Tagore when my Grandma Charlotte passed away. I’m grateful to Tagore for expressing so well the belief that there is nothing to fear from death. 

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery
like a bud in the forest at midnight?
When in the morning I looked upon the light
I felt in that moment I was no stranger in this world,
that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me,
and because I love this life I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away—
in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

{ Night Sky }