Our daughter, Cana, recently wrote this poem as she confronted the 3rd anniversary of her brother’s drowning. It’s raw and real and I’m grateful that she gave me permission to share it here.
This photo was taken in Guatemala January 20222
Where flesh meets the earth
Where East meets West and North
Meets South, there GOD dwells
Take me into the depths
Let me dig in earth’s black soil
And wallow in the dirt
For it is only by
Flesh touching death, we begin.
Perhaps flesh on flesh?
Images. So many.
Can’t get them out of my head.
Imagination – stolen.
Perhaps “follow your dreams”
Sounds so nonsensical to
“She-Who-is-Sleeping”
When all of her dreams
Come from nightmarish trauma
Terror to suddenly wake
What can restore this?
No, oughtn’t I be asking, Who?
Further up and further in
Deeper into myst’ry
Giving myself to this cause
Grief can’t simply pause
But neither can life.
Spring, that bitch, simply refuses
To stop, oh thank GOD
Inundated with Love 
WOW – Lani. This may sound odd, but your family knows how to grieve. I
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