Beate's Last Dance
Beate’s last dance?
She has the graceful air of a benevolent Queen,
Walking tall and fearless in the rain,
Focussed, yet completely relaxed and serene,
Even though, she knows her fear and pain
Cannot be unjust, bitter or mean
And: I’ve never heard her once moan or complain.
She has the indomitable spirit of a Mystic
And touches everyone she has met.
Her courage, quiet and optimistic
Calms my anxious mind and I forget
My dramas
And everything
That made me anxious and fret.
She carries the scars of a well-lived life
But her face has no signs of resentment or regret.
She is like a rare desert flower
With subtle colours and scent
And her soft feminine power
Could melt a heart made of cement.
Whether she is dancing ecstatic and wild
Or in conversation, working, playing
Or looking at me and You like a curious child,
She is always in this moment, present – now
Always has time and her warm gaze
Loving, caring and connected
Somehow.
She senses that in this body,
That soon
This will be the last dance she will take
And last journey
She will ever make,
And yet…
Is so full of life,
And Love…
And I ask: is this some kind of cruel mistake?
And even as the cold wind blows
I look in her pure blue eyes
And see that she knows
And trusts
And is ready for the inevitable Storm
That will carry her away.
Bring her home.
And she wants us to celebrate
As if it is just another normal birthday
And bring
Our joy, sadness and everything.
And would like that we dance
Laugh and sing…
She is my Inspiration,
Is teaching me how to die
Showed me how to love and live,
And even though I’m full of gratitude,
Am sad because I have nothing really to give.
Nothing like the gifts that She gave
Like: to never give up,
Or lose hope
But to trust and be brave
Even:
When everything feels stupid
And pointless,
Because we are living in a World
Full of violence and madness
And our hearts
Are often full of fear and sadness
And everything I do
Seems not enough
Sometimes useless,
Her eyes still shine
And say:
Love will find a way.
I know, that though her body is finally gone,
Her presence full of grace
And subtle fragrance, will simply linger on,
Her musical Laughter and sweet smile
Will be here
For a long long while.
And I pray
That If she will someday be reborn
That one of us will recognise
Her unique and exquisite Soul
And we all may be drawn
Together again, like a sacred circle
And dance, Laugh, cry sing
And prepare, day after day
To live in hope
For a golden new dawn
Because yes, she is right
Love will always find a way.
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