R.E. Slater - A Second Sight (a poem)

Photo: Edward James

A Second Sight

by R.E. Slater

There is no second sight in passage,

we grope towards futures blind,

hopeful, brave, unknowing,

believing kinder days lie ahead.

And on that morning's final day,

when death doth come arising,

may it be quick, incautious, merciful,

met like any other day's mourning.

As there is an end to life in death,

so is there an end to death in life,

each measuring the other's half,

testing vigor, strength, and soul.

Meeting winter’s end with fairer spring,

waking small flowers to rise and greet,

each one blessed, unique, e'er frail,

refrains to tomorrow’s hope reshaped.


- R.E. Slater

October 15, 2013
In honor of my father's passing this day
*Adapted, “Head in the Clouds”

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Untitled Poem

"Head in the Clouds"

There is no second sight.

We grope towards our future blind
It's kinder that way.

On the mourning of her final day,
she came to her death clear-eyed,
brave, unknowing.

And when the snow melts,
spring has come,
there is an end to war.

One small flower
blessed, unique,
will flower no more.