In Memory of a Lady Who Died (I never met but was told about)

[Terry A]

Branches in winter yet unfulfilled
of shiny dreams; barren? Unknown
the possibilities flowering; despairingly
tired prospects lying dormant,
unseeded gardens waiting…..
         Waiting for worlds unfolding fresh oceans
so blue the light itself drinks
the real and true
that has no hanging shadows

    the push through walls
    the flashing the rearranging
    the coalescing
    the blind seeing the deaf hearing
    the parched world beginning to sing

past the thirst of dying to living
past the faded tracts of time
now disappearing
to some new awakening.
            After the grim task
 of dying
Stars showering new ways of being
whispering through

            the ashes scattering

[Terry A]

Note:  This lady, of whom much was told, after decades of health issues and worsening health, decided to help the inevitable along and stopped eating and drinking. In 11 days, the body died. (That "three days without water" proved as erroneous as so many things.) No medical intervention, apparently lucid until her last breath.

She believed in continuity of existence and the soul. I do not know what to think of her choice.