Gone Too Soon- We Love You
I met him once, and his words changed my life
I saw him yet again, but each too busy to really speak
His gift and his words, the way they tumbled together
Rolled like the thunder – and soft as the wind
“Speak, Poet, Speak”- we wish to herald you again
To hear your words come
To hear your spirit soar
To bring ours with it
In wondrous awe
Of the gift your shared with us all
Maybe if I hadn’t been too busy, you’d be here
Maybe if I had taken the time, you’d be here
Maybe if life were a little different
A little bit easier to bear
But art moves in such strange ways
And we- the creative- we feel them all
But you- your words- most of all
I will miss you, my friend
My friend in such short span of time
But your words-
Those, my dear,
Are immortal
And will have forever touched my soul (our souls…..)
I did not know Mr. Sibaltia well, not in the traditional sense. But you see, we artists are like kindred spirits, and when we find one another it is as if our souls have known each other for a lifetime. When I read this morning that he died- it just took my breath away. I do not understand- I do not want to understand. I am grateful for my belief in a God that accepts us just as we are. I believe in a God who is in control far beyond my own powers, and has our fates written in the stars. I believe in a God who takes our tears and tells us we are in His hands.
Mr. S- I pray you can see all of us who are mourning you. I think you would be pleased to see just how many who were affected and influenced by you. And by the above- I think you can see, I was too.
Poet, Speak – for we love you.
Love to all yall,
Molly
Nicole Thurston’s Blog Post About Mr. S
Lovely!