In remembrance, I recall your presence here,
speaking all your names, now divine to me—
Father, Friend, Teacher, Hero, Everything—
recalling too the Being that binds us always
between here and there, where I can sense
the eternal life that I cannot yet see or touch.
So I sing a hymn of praise with a holy bendir
in my hand, this music with mystical rhythm
that transcends earthly boundaries as I spiral
through the heart’s corridors in celebration,
remembering your soul as a living mandala,
a sacred geometry orbiting the center of life,
unfolding myself like a cosmic lotus that
acknowledges the rain and the sun upon it,
seeking to rise from loss with something new,
something gained that’s woven from love—
the harmony in chaos, the peace in turmoil,
and the fixedness in a meandering journey.
