By Gurutej Kaur
I came to see you, my mind and heart were not properly prepared.
You came to address us in your wheel chair.
Your breath assisted, your beautiful feet (which I have so often massaged) bound.
Parts missing in action, others patched and new ones found.
A body that could not keep up with your untiring demand,
A body that said, " Please stop." You overrode its command.
My hear broke to see this magnificent force bound and tied,
Reliant on help for his every need.
(I laughed, for we all are.)
Then through my heart's shroud of tears I felt you,
Still a force.
You spoke directly into my bleeding heart.
You wiped away the blood with one well placed word.
You woke me up to my deepest destiny.
You gave exercises to make me come alive and back to my work on Earth.
You are a force wired together by our determined prayers,
A relentless vision that must come to be.
You are a force bartering with God,
Showing a job not quite done.
You are a force jailed in a body, which could not sustain
Either the intensity nor the duration of the ride.
You are a force of black burning coals where most have simple eyes.
You are a force that has cracked us open and scattered us wide.