Amatsu Fukei ( Heavenly Guardians)
by
Elisabeth H.
copyright 03-28-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Mother.. Father...
Where have you gone? Have you passed the dragon's golden gates?
Dear Father, I miss your warm, tender embrace. Whenever I would break down in tears, you would hold your arms around me and whisper sweet words in my ear.
Mother...Father...
I often think of those summer nights, we would swim together in a pool of dreams, bathing in the twilight of the stars. I am part of the stars, your little star.
Dear Mother, I am reminded of your beauty when I gaze towards the west at the setting sun. Like an artist's work, set up in the sky for all the world to see, the brilliant light mixes in with the clouds overhead, creating rich shades of pastel before fading away. I am reminded of your beauty when I walk through quiet fields of luscious, green gardens. I am reminded of your beauty when I watch the elegant skirts of a spotted carp dance around itself with grace and ease.
Dear Father, I can still smell your famous cooking; salty salmon sizzling over the open fire, the sweet, fluffy rice cakes, and the juicy, sour plums for dessert,mmmm. Nothing in the world is quite like your culinary mastery.
Mother...Father...
...why did you leave me all alone?
Where have you gone? Have you passed the dragon's golden gates?
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Wow that creates a really nice picture...I can almost smell the food at the end ;). It's always hard to lose someone...even though I never had, I can just imagine...I don't know what I'd do if one of my friends or family died...it's hard to imagine living after that... but time goes on, and you learn from past experiences. Good write!
I used to think that when it rained... it was because God, or an angel, or my grandmother was crying and sad up in Heaven. How silly of me to think that anyone could be sad in Heaven my mother used to say. But then I read a verse in the Bible where it said that God cries. And then I read where Jesus cried too, at Lazareth's death. Well, even though I don't believe that's where rain comes from anymore, I often wonder what God and the angels are thinking and doing and I gaze up and wonder. I also read about the Great ressurection in the Bible and look forward to seeing my grandmother again then. I'm very glad I don't think she's in heaven crying any more! :-) Anyway, this is what your poem made me think of today. Thank you for sharing it.
Wow...wow...I'm utterly speechless! This is so amazing..the words and emotions you're expressing are revolutionary! The descriptions are so perfect, and really show the pain of lousing your parents. And the verse, "Have you passed the dragon's golden gates?" is going to stick with me for ever...It really reminds me of my book Past Alive, and how I feel about the souls of the dead. I'm always looking up into the stars remembering all the times that I looked up at them trying to spot the constellations... And I always wonder: Where are you know? So many times have I thought to myself things... Do you hear me? Do you see me? Where are you now? Are you looking down at me? Are you happy? An artist's sunset is always reflected by how they feel... I've drawn very many blood stained sunsets. In my life, even if it was only inside, I've seen a lot of blood shed. And met the Shadow of Death many times. And it's always stolen those who are closest to my heart. The wounds heal, the scars fad, but we never forget. This work is truly amazing and revolutionary...
May the divine darkness be with you,
Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders
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