Eulogy of Treatment

I say goodbye, the year is done – the unreachable moment has arrived.

 

I bow down and give thanks, thanks while the grieving tears fall down my cheeks.

 

I sit quietly, the candle flickering by my side.

 

I sit quietly, reflecting on the year gone by.

 

The passage of time, keeper of the story.

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the phoenix rising, soaring above.

 

Soaring above, seeing with clarity, that which remains, that which can never be lost.

 

It follows the amazon, gently gliding to its Source,

 

Its Truth, its Spirit, its Whole.