The week started yucky. Monday I learned my friend Eric's daughter succumbed to her cancer. 3 years old and living an entire life of love, and pain, and yet not understanding what was happening. That is probably the one blessing that counts in her last 8 months. I do not know the pain of her mother and father. I do feel pain for them. With my 2 daughters I know what they will never experience with Lydia. I agree with Kim, there should be no need for coffins that small. I like to think the clouds and rain were the angels crying, for our loss and for the joy of Lydia reaching heaven unspoiled by the world of man. The end of the week was much better. This past Thursday the old world met the present. 7 sailing ships came to Erie. The beauty of wood and sail. It was in ships like these that populated our country when it was young.

Beside life's path

To the ocean

Of souls

Flows a river

Fed by tears

..

Down through time

The river runs

..

In the twilight

At waters edge

We stand to face

Our soul

..

Salted tears

Long past shed

Mixing with grains of

Timeless sand

..

Gentle swells ebb

And flow

Wounds and scars

Of memories past

Caressed, and soothed

..

Joined by life, body

And soul

Become one

All pain

Washed away

..

ccd

Sept 2010