Some are still missing.
As we know, there are many ways to be missing.
Some are here but have not yet been completely ‘found.’
As we know, there are many ways to be found
and to find oneself again.
Some are still hoping to find or be found.
As we know, there are many ways to ‘come home again.’
May it be so for all,
those waiting,
those on their way.

The loved ones, hoping and loving, most of all.
The loved ones, settling with the unsettlable.
The loved ones, tending to the small fire in the heart
which despite all flurry and scurry swirling around
just from the living of life…
still bends
to put tinder to that fire,
that fire that still holds the light.