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An Ode To Our Rested Ones.

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Ode To Our Rested Ones

(short version)

You have captured our imagination
beyond the material world,
and inspired our hearts to awaken.
With the grace of your spirit,
that now dwells in the landscape of our psyche, we have emerged as a nation and embodied your spirit…
forevermore.

Rest now, our rested ones.
The nation’s lesson
is done.

Ode to the rested one

Ode To Our Rested Ones

(long version)

When the winds abate and the roar of nature settles,
and our loved ones are rested, we will see and understand the enormity of this day…
Forevermore.

No longer will our hearts remain closed.
No longer will boundaries keep us tied.
Never will we turn our backs away.
It will never be the same again.
Ever; For anyone…
Anymore.

For the man who knows he has it all,
and the man who knows he has nothing,
both will find in their hearts
that humanity exists
within a nation’s soul.

As a nation, we woke to stories.
Stories before our eyes unfolded.
Observing the all-embracing devastation as the disastrous tale…
Took its toll.

Our hearts cried, our ache, so visible,
our grief, beyond words.
The images of anguish, so painful.
Our tears flowed silently.
We listened and were stunned.
There was so much sadness…
It had only just begun.

We felt it as a nation, a yearning so strong.
It is our responsibility, our ignorance has gone.
Now, as a nation, we have chosen to unite.
Forever, together, as each and every one of us…
Understood their plight.

Through this whole, unyielding desolation,
we will stay with those, that grieve.
We will be their strength, without thought,
nor hesitation.
We will persevere for them
when they are sad and lost.
We will cry their tears, alleviate their fears…
At any cost.

We will listen and understand,
we will extend our open hand.
We will touch and huddle, hug, hold hands,
and be prepared, to share.
We want you to know that the people of this nation…
Do care.

To those who are grieving,
it is essential to know that your loved ones,
their lives were not taken lightly…
Nor are they lost.

For these courageous souls, through their deaths,
have touched the rawness of a nation.
They woke our ancient truths,
embraced our natural wisdom, transcended our barriers, and found the nation’s beating heart…
We were under the illusion that our heart has been silently humming.
However, for aeons, it has been…
Numbed and forgot.

These brave souls, they showed us the person, instead of a corporate head, a bank, or a politician, the executive to Nan and Pop.
The mum and dad, aunts and uncles, sisters and brothers,
and the toddlers, there is not one forgot.
Our hearts now opened.
We as a nation have woken…
Forever, more.

Our rested loved ones,
your job has now been
done.

You have captured our imagination
beyond the material world,
and inspired our hearts to awaken.
With the grace of your spirit,
that now dwells in the landscape of our psyche, we have emerged as a nation and embodied your spirit…
forevermore.

Rest now, our rested ones.
The nation’s lesson
is done.

Lest we forget.

There is never the right time to post about the loss and sadness of a nation’s disaster. I post this in honour to anyone (and everyone) who has lived through or watched, in horror of a nation’s disaster. This is a universal perspective.
I wrote this originally for the Black Saturday bush fires that claimed 173 lives and devastated many more lives in 2009.  This ode is about the exchanging the grief of a nation into a gift from those who lost their lives— it is what the Rested Ones gave back to the nation…

This image and words are here to depict the larger picture, that everything in this world seems to have its place, even though at the time, we cannot understand.

Rest in peace.