Gary Dickerson

A collection of Poems Gary Dickerson

Death is a miracle just as birth is a miracle. In death, we lose that connection with our loved one. The vale of death is like a one-way mirror of sorts. They can sometimes reach across the void and touch our world, or leave signs and messages that they are still around us. We can pray and talk to them but it is not the same as hearing their voice or touching their cheek. I found when my mother past no reason to cry. At least not a reason to cry for her. She was on a beautiful journey that was carrying her into a new birth that we cannot truly understand. But, it's real, and it is constantly happening all day long and no one recognizing it as a miracle.