I find your face
in sepia photographs
of our first encounter;
your visage lifts my heart
like the great fluttering
of a thousand doves.
How I protest this separation.
I search for a glimpse
but the window’s glass plate
has darkened by eternal decree.
Love, however, cannot be contained,
love follows no commands –
the joy of the heart overflows
into a never-ending stream
that forever connects our lives.
“Love never says, ‘This is the last’ “.
Lainie Senechal
I read this poem at my brother Ray’s funeral. He passed away suddenly on August 17. He was 57 years old. The last line is a quote from the writings of Thich Nhat Hanh.