The Storm
As the thunder rolled and signaled danger,
we kept fighting our way through
the confusing maze of gathered facts,
disappointments, setbacks, and fear.
As you disappeared inch by inch, pound by pound,
I averted my eyes to avoid what I was seeing.
And closed my ears to what I was hearing.
Your lovely smile was fading and
your magnificent presence was disappearing
in the mist of our denial.
Then, lightning struck!
It was sharp and jagged
It crackled and tormented our very beings!
We ran for cover, seeking protection from
the onslaught to come.
But, there was nowhere left to hide.
The zig-zag of harsh light
made us open our eyes, our souls,
to the understanding
that we had finally run out of time.
Frightened, yet quietly relieved,
we surrendered to the inevitable.
After the storm, your spirit was gently released.
And, for you my darling,
the rainbow beckoned and a new passage began.
Our journey together came to its end.
As “we” ceased to be an “us”
I was left waiting for the clouds to retreat
and for a sliver of hope to emerge.
For now, there is a deafening silence.
With love to my husband Martin Rund
who passed away on February 11th, 2009
written by Laurel Rund on 4.12.09