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Michael – zum 3. Todestag…”We Had Him”

by on 25. June 2012

 10500 Rosen für Michael auf der Holly Terrace…25.Juni 2012

♥ We Love You ♥

We Had Him – by Maya Angelou, 2009

Ihr Lieben, nun wissen wir, dass wir nichts wissen, jetzt, da unser heller und leuchtender Stern unseren Fingerspitzen entgleiten kann, wie ein leichter Sommerwindstoß

Ohne es zu bemerken, kann unsere Liebe uns aus unserer liebenden Umarmung entkommen. Unsere Lieder zwischen den Sternen singen und unsere Tänze über das Gesicht des Mondes tanzen.

In dem Augenblick, als Michael ging, wissen wir gar nichts. Die Uhren können keine Zeit nennen. Kein Ozean vermag unsere Gezeiten zu übergehen, durch die plötzliche Abwesenheit unseres Schatzes.

Obwohl wir viele sind, ist jeder von uns gänzlich allein, schmerzlich allein.

Nur wenn wir unsere Verwirrung eingestehen, werden wir uns erinnern, dass er ein Geschenk an uns war, und dass wir ihn hatten.

Er kam zu uns, vom Schöpfer, vollführte Kreativität im Überfluss.

Trotz der Qualen war sein Leben eingehüllt in Mutterliebe, Familienliebe, überlebte er,  mehr wie das.

Er blühte durch Leidenschaft und Mitgefühl, Humor und Stil. Wir hatten ihn, ob wir wussten wer er war, oder ob wir es nicht wussten, er war unser und wir waren sein.

Wir hatten ihn, wunderschön, unsere Augen zu erfreuen.

Sein Hut, schräg über die Stirn, auf den Zehenspitzen posierend für uns alle. Und wir lachten und stampften mit den Füssen für ihn.

Wir waren hingerissen von seiner Leidenschaft, denn er behielt nichts für sich. Er gab uns alles, was er bekommen hatte.

 Heute, in Tokyo, neben dem Eiffel Turm, in Ghanas Black Star Square. In Johannesburg, Pittsburgh, in Birmingham Alabama, und Birmingham England

 Wir vermissen Michael

 Aber wir wissen, wir hatten ihn, und wir sind die ganze Welt.


We Had Him – by Maya Angelou, 2009

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.

In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.

Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.

His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.

And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Black Star Square.

In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England

We are missing Michael.

But we do know we had him, and we are the world.


Requiem For A Dream


‘Sleep, my friend’ ~by Patrick Treacy

‘Sleep my friend! For the dawn will come again in another time,
And your kindly soul can find some solitude at last,
Rest, as your seedlings grow and sparkle from the vine,
And children laugh and play as God above looks down

On that other morn, as sun will strike the earth with shafts of light,
And ripened grapes shake and gently tremble on the boughs,
As mountain streams stall and turn back around their paths,
The heavens open and each man falls prostrate on the ground

And Jesus comes amongst us, as propechies of the past did fortell,
Your rested body then wakes from the slumber of the age,
Rose scented petals fill the Temple, falling, circling all around
And you shall rise and take your rightly place by his side,

And man shall then forever know all the evil that was done,
To fellow man, to starving child and also to you alone,
The destitute shall then arise, the sickly smile again,
And each shall know your beauty as we stand in judgement of the age’.



From → Allgemein, Gedichte

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