And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things,
and he was silent,
and he sat there, looking out over the world,
just wishing it wouldn’t stop.
~A.A. Milne from The House at Pooh Corner
Yes, long shadows go out
from the bales; and yes, the soul
must part from the body:
what else could it do?
…These things happen … the soul’s bliss
and suffering are bound together
like the grasses …
The last, sweet exhalations
of timothy and vetch
go out with the song of the bird;
the ravaged field
grows wet with dew.
~Jane Kenyon from “Twilight: After Haying”
Bliss and suffering are bound together like the grasses; we are like the grasses withered and ravaged by time, released reluctant to the wind.
Tears flow today as they must, wetting the stubble left behind, clinging and sparkling like dew.
We weep in sorrow for those we have lost;
we weep for joy each time we’re able to wake to another day.
For what else can a soul do but weep at parting and weep at welcoming?
These things happen, oh yes, they happen. I just wish it wouldn’t cut us so.
Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
~Psalm 103: 15