Sad news abounds. Death is close and remote at the same time. I now know of three deaths of the siblings of friends. There will be more. Communities grieve for the larger loss. Handshakes and hugs are bygone. Tears flow, and for this I am grateful. When Death and its companion Grief, visit—I turn to the wisdom and sage counsel of poets and prophets. Kahlil Gibran is always a comfort. His healing words from The Prophet::
“Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.
“And he said:
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
“And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its relentless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
“And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to climb.
“And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
Gibran is asking us to understand this both metaphorically which applies to life and physically for those called to death.