The Soul of Maurice J. *[A dedication to Paul Lenzi]

14 Jul

*( written 5 yrs ago with another of my family’s  Patriarch’s Passing)


 It was three days

And three nights

Before he could rise again.


Death invites itself

Long before we receive

Its invitation.


The Soul with grace

And poise

Accepts the moment.


Who then is preoccupied

With judgement

Of this one;


Of this mist

That is dried by the sun

And returns as the pond?


The passage

Is insignificant

If balance has been achieved.


Only the witnesses

Are important

As another soul is freed.



Posted by on July 14, 2018 in Existential, Friendship, Life, Love, Prose Poetry, Spiritual, Zen


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17 responses to “The Soul of Maurice J. *[A dedication to Paul Lenzi]

  1. ZQ

    July 16, 2018 at 8:36 pm

    My grandchildren call me “Oompa”


  2. thotpurge

    July 16, 2018 at 10:55 am

    So nicely done… this verse is haunting:
    Death invites itself
    Long before we receive
    Its invitation.


  3. sanaarizvi

    July 16, 2018 at 9:51 am

    This is beautifully evocative. You depict an entirely new way of looking at death.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Brendan

    July 16, 2018 at 5:04 am

    My father passed a couple of weeks ago, and there were years of buildup to the moment – mythically rendered, though, it was three days and nights. I read this and watched him go. And yes, I agree dying is for the witnesses, death is just evaporation come back as tomorrow’s pond. Well done …

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  5. Vivian Zems

    July 16, 2018 at 4:58 am

    A strong message…we can’t RSVP death’s invitation. Amen for the souls freed..albeit one at a time.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. dsnake1

    July 16, 2018 at 4:31 am

    very profound.
    quite right to take death as a release.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Magaly Guerrero

    July 15, 2018 at 9:04 pm

    The last stanza is brilliant… and true.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Therisa

    July 15, 2018 at 7:51 pm

    ZQ, the last stanza of this poem expresses how Death should be celebrated, as a release. Especially, having witnessed the slow and painful deaths of my oma (at 89 years old, to cancer) and dad (62 years old, brain death from a heart attack). Little over two years apart.

    Thank you, for your eloquence, in expressing this.

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  9. Truedessa

    July 15, 2018 at 7:15 pm

    witnesses to life, even after death comes calling..

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Audrey M Howitt

    July 15, 2018 at 6:26 pm

    This is a wow for me–just fabulous!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. gillena

    July 15, 2018 at 6:19 pm

    Profound write ZQ


    Liked by 1 person

  12. Susan

    July 15, 2018 at 5:49 pm

    Wow! Love! Whether the water cycle or the resurrection, balance, balance toward freedom. How lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. annell4

    July 15, 2018 at 1:13 pm

    You have expressed another way to look at death.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Mary

    July 15, 2018 at 12:34 pm

    A deep message here, ZQ~

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Sherri B.

    July 15, 2018 at 12:07 pm

    This is beautiful and heart wrenching in its truth about life and death.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Sherry Marr

    July 15, 2018 at 11:59 am

    This is quite wonderful. I attended a celebration of life just yesterday for a newly freed soul. I like your lines about death inviting itself long before we get the invitation. I do feel little hints of its arrival. Must sweep the door sill in preparation. It is always a pleasure to read you, my friend.

    Liked by 1 person

  17. magicalmysticalteacher

    July 15, 2018 at 10:41 am

    Death: the great party crasher!

    Liked by 1 person


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