He is not gone. The vanishing remains.
The point of departure,
Within the holy grief.
If all else vanishes he is not gone.
For what "is" gone, "once was"
For what "once was" now "is"
And what "is" is now loved by us.
He is not gone, for
What remains is a point in time,
Eternally placed.
Because you existed, you exist now.
Beyond that, I do not know.
Beyond what I could not do and beyond
My will and beyond his fear and loss.
He is not gone. For even if the world
Is not continued, it is completed.
I saw his completion in many moments.
He is complete. He is. He was. He is.
This completion cannot be erased.
For what once is, "is still".
Because life gave you breath.
And because you existed and
Because you were loved and
Because you loved in return.
You are connected with everything,
That ever was and that ever will be.
He is placed. He is not gone.
What once was "still is".
What "is" once was.
You are that you are. Eternal love.
