Words, never spoken...

We regret what we didn't say, what we didn't do. If something is important. Do it today, say the words today.

                               Words, never spoken...

Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again. I miss their smiles and their laughter. And I pray. They had gathered together in a better place.

Today I paint with my words. Kind faces and beautiful places, I loved and I miss.

I set-up my tee-pee with names of the people who left my world. I add the white sage and I light the sage. I hope the smoke reaches my kindest friends and my family.

Today I asked myself. Did I thank them enough for their friendship and love given to me? The words not spoken haunt me more than the words spoken. I should of told them. Thank you for your love, thank you for your friendship. I miss you so much and you taught me how to live.

I have become the senior person in my family. I must become like my father Jack. Listen, wise and a open door for the family. I must become like my grandmother Beulah. Only kind words spoken and help when needed.

Now I am the old man and the five grandchildren are dancing at my feet. I must listen to them, be wise and a open door for the people who need me.

Dear Grandmother taught me what love was. Love mean you love your family in the good or the bad days. The blessing of love. A forever gift we can give freely and love will expand and multiply.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

If the smoke of sage can rise, so can our words. Whisper, shout, sing, or rage...I believe they will know. I am not much of a 'woo-woo' type person, but I believe people leave their energy when they leave this world. Something that was created by God and does not decay. My belief is rooted more in science and faith than metaphysics, but I find it comforting to think that something of those I loved remains around me. I hope you find a comfort in something you believe.

[Coyote Poetry]

There is more than science. I believe. Most people blind themselves to the beauty and wonder of life, of nature. When we see a baby born. A miracle. The taste of a sweet apple. Paradise. A kiss given freely to me. Utopia. The more science we learn. The less human we become. Once I danced with the California coyotes. They knew I saw them as free and beautiful animals. I write in my dreams. People and stories appear. Secrets forgotten. We use a very part of our brain. If we could see more. This world would become more special. Burning the sage. Just a reminder. We have not forgotten them and we hope. They are watching us. Thank you dear Zoe for reading and the comment.

[Gee]

To often we hold inside our feelings for friends and loved ones only revealing these when death strikes, when it is to late.I wish I had said many things to many folk that have passed. We become wiser with age but often not wise enough.
You write what many of us feel and you write it well Coyote.
I hope you are keeping well

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear friend. Been a rough two years and thank you for reading and the comment.

[JE Falcon]

This rendering is a blessing to read and has brought back some memories lost in today's doings. Thank You for the thoughts and the words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.