Admiration and Aversion to Paralysis
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Snow fell yesterday
And today leaves the bushes low to the ground
I read to myself his remembrances
Bound in his brother’s handmade book
I can never be certain what made him
So celestial to us
He was such a burly, physical man, and yet
His presence so ethereal, so light and lofty
As if his voice should have been something to issue from a small bird
Or a lamb, yet everything and everyone
Depended on his words
They were important;
Beautiful and delicate
Ever full of truth and simple wisdom
We waited for them; hoped for them
With baited breath, until the end.
I was told that a dark haired friend of mine
Saw him walking in the garden
Briskly and with great purpose as he once walked
Before tremors crept up into his limbs
And I wept
For I remember him this way
The way a human should be
The way I long to be
Fear could not consume him
He played against no opponent
But only lived, persevered, overcame
The obstacles which tried to paralyze his soul