He for whom I did all my art, all my efforts to shine, is gone.
I can never say, or do anything anymore, to please him in this world.
I can only hope to make him smile in his spirit.
In my spirit.
But the world doesn't shine like it used to.
When he was in it.
I would that my spirit could make all spirits live.
In the world.
I am sorry for every sad one.
Whose love for life is diminished by loss.
They say we have lost nothing.
Only a shell.
Then why do they talk of resurrections?
The shell is worth something, else why have it at all?
Too much sadness in the world because of shell loss.
What I would do to reshell you.
The world's loss is your light.
What I would do to see that light in the world again.
So I will put out for the world that which made you shine.
What I did, to give you delight.
For you Dad.