The Hardest Word Be ‘gone’ Poem by Catherine Casey

‘GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN’
Is etched in granite stone.
A way of thinking better
And surviving time alone.


Remembering - the emphasis.
The times one had together.
The spectrum of the mutual,
Both good and bad and whether.


For on the wheel of turning
Our steps are but a few.
To expect a lasting slot
Is more a Christian view.


To think that nature’s lessons
Of seasons and renewing,
Applied to human mortal -
Is more a thought for chewing


Gone to where? Not here!
Let’s muse upon that thought.
The body gone to dust.
It’s factual. It’s taught.


The very individual
The Soul who calls, ‘That’s me! ’
Not another person
Quite the one in history.


Regressing, using logic;
Conception was the start.
All elements together
Before a beating heart.


Otherwise the acorn
Could never form a tree.
Dismissing from beginnings.
It’s the one before the three.


The zero representing
What some would rather say;
What one is worth before the birth.
Is zero cast away?


So where-in comes the reason?
In other words the ‘Why? ’
So many countless numbers
Are fated just to die?


Well think of calibration.
If one or two the later.
The zeros are so daunting
It’s a marvel that we’re matter.


Preferring all by chance
And give to life no meaning.
It’s enough to think all day
Without a deeper leaning.


The thing is that – the truth
Will always be just that.
Waiting for discovery
Outside the nonchalant hat.


The light of understanding
Can see a grander plan.
What came about at Easter
Is restoring of the man.


A message of perspective,
The use of Bible scope.
As micro is to tele,
A way of seeing hope.


Significant the difference
Of reunion we heard.
The promise ‘Always with us’.
Be gone the hardest word.