On July 5,2011 my husband and I said hello and goodbye to our beautiful son Marcus Alan Johnson Jr. In medieval times, alchemists sought the legendary substance known as the "philosopher's stone" said to be capable of turning lead into gold or silver. The alchemists also saw their work as a metaphor for the inner process of changing consciousness. Our grief has changed us. We are learning how to live again with a piece of our hearts missing.
Monday, November 7, 2011
A Poem From My Brother
This is a poem my little brother Tyler Fetter wrote for me. I love it, he is amazing!
A flower snipped before it's bloom,
Holds beauty just the same.
It's petals held within a shell,
For a spring which never came.
It's easy yet to feel such gloom,
But sorrows but his cost,
And though great it's yet a shallow price,
To pay for what was lost.
Could you undo the world?
To spite the pain it wrought?
Though I'd gladly live it all again,
I shudder at the thought.
And while it's true he'll never live
The sights he ought to see,
He shall not wilt as we will age
And in our hearts forever be.