Passage

I’m lost in space between God and this place.

I look in the mirror and I don’t see a face.

Somewhere, somehow in this meaningless race

I can’t recognize the state of grace.

My sister’s love, a man named Bill

declines each day but he isn’t ill.

His mind, his life, who he was before

slowly exits through some back door.

A man of good life with no score to settle.

A man who was made of very strong mettle.

A man whom I’ve loved for fifty years and more

is now fading away to some distant shore.

He smiles at me not knowing why.

Perhaps just because he was that kind of guy.

I share a word, a thought, of things from the past

but that faint glow in his eyes just doesn’t last.

He’s leaving me now without a goodbye,

with naught a hand waving or a heartfelt sigh.

The light of his life, the juice in his brain

is slowly, slowly, going down the drain.

Why he should leave in this drawn out way

with body still working but mind far away,

leaving my sister and me in dismay.

God tell me, is this your way?

Who knows what the fickle fates decree?

Is it peace, love or feckless glee?

Is it sadness, longing or discontent?

Will my life end with searches ill spent?

Now my sister’s love loses his presence.

Her glimpse of love loses all essence.

Is there in life true meaning to find

or do we just plod on - blind, blind, blind.