The Brokenness Of The Dying Man Poem by Lee McGregor

Hunched on a rock
Mesmerized by the space,
Delirium for now kept at bay,
There was no going back
No truth to embrace,
The focus was all on decay.

'Where there is darkness, there is the light....'
A failing frail voice did murmur,
More lies and vicious half truths again,
Essence engulfed in rumor.

The decades have passed like the whisper of wings
So subtle and yet so profound,
The cuts and the scarring delivered by time
Compound for the one final wound.

Where once was a strength
A great passion for life,
The power to push away pain,
Resistance now weakened
Laid bare and defeated
All broken with no more to gain.

But wait, on reflection
It's just a projection,
Reality now is okay.
With soundness of spirit and body and soul
Feeling all right feeling pretty much whole,
Stay on the surface
Won't mine down below,
The darkness is not for today.

Yet queasy uneasy still hauntingly near me
It beckons to search down below,
The bits to be found in the darkness profound
Are the dying man's bedrock and sorrow.

Is there a place, a compassionate space
To take refuge in spite of the fate?
To fall through the floor to the sanctum of heart,
To reveal a newness of state.

Oh what a joy to embrace the small boy,
There's time still to open and plan!
To love and to heal, to trust and to feel
The brokenness of the dying man....

(May 02, 2013)