Life Goes On for the rest of us.....

Now I understand... you carved a niche for yourself outside the constraints of my shadow.
I wish I could have held your hand more growing up.

But now, you have inspired me little brother.
I stand in the cool of your shadow, so soon departed, and I am inspired to follow in your footsteps.

It's funny how one's perspective of life and every little thing can change in a blink of an eye.
I feel years older.... I still have my fears, but now life is tinged with a sort of greyish hue.

I don't struggle so much with little unnecessary things.
They seem so petty now.
So in a way, I feel free.... a load has been taken off my shoulders.
Perhaps this is the gift of perspective that the hand of death gives to us.
But it is the promise of life... not any life, but a life so filled with love, and never needing to part from the ones we love... this promise and perspective is what I cling to now.

I am not struggling with life on my own any more... life seems so trivial now... it can be snatched away at any moment, and we have no power over when that moment is, or how we go...


Some detachment exists now... it's exam week, but I'm not stressed.
I have tons of projects, papers, and other responsibilities... but I'm not afraid.

For the Lord is my shepherd.



The other night, I sat alone in the porch steps of my house.
The wind was blowing a sad lilting melody in the leaves of the pine trees, and the stars glittered up above. I asked God to come and sit with me... I sang him a song... at first falteringly, but slowly with love and gratitude... I felt at peace.

My little brother is safe.
Nothing can change that.
Now I must go on with courage... for my job on earth is not done yet.
I will fear nothing on this earth.
Life is but a breath... a whispering in the wind... here one moment, gone the next.
Who are we to question?

We look for God with our heads, and fail to find him.
But we only find God with our hearts.
When we let go, we will soar with love and peace.