Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
Gregory Orr, 1947
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
No other world
but this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
I find myself flooded with tears upon this seven year mark. Truthfully, this sweet family of four never leaves my mind for long. I carry their story, their souls and their unforgettable spirit with me. I remember how precious life is. I send love to you, Cindy, and to all of those loved ones they left behind here on Earth. I believe they are now in so much of what we see…in nature, in the eyes of our brothers and sisters of humanity, and in the most unexpected places. I believe they are now in so much of what we feel, which no explanation can suffice. They are love. And love is forever alive.
I have a Foreign Service friend who knew Ana Maria in school. I can’t remember how the accident came up in his story, and we connected over it more than two years ago. We had dinner together Sunday. They are not forgotten.
Thanks for sharing and updating. Love the memories I had working with Robert and getting to know his family