I dreamt last night of Gregory.
I was searching for him for I had questions.
But I couldn’t find him.
I called to him but he didn’t answer because he was gone.
I called to him but he was silent and I missed him.
I missed the strength of his presence,
the reliability of his knowledge,
the solidity of his person,
the steadiness of his gaze,
and the sound of his voice.
I called again, and slowly, in his own time, in his own way, far away, invisible, he answered.
Yes, Greg said. What is it?
His voice answered.
Where have you gone? I asked. I need you.
Are you sure? He answered.
Yes, I said. I have questions for you.
Greg you, the hope and the despair,
the right and the wrong,
the light and the dark,
the question and the answer.
What do I do?
You carry on, Greg said.
You keep asking the questions.
But, what is the answer? I asked.
I’ve shown you the answer:
The hope, the despair, the right, the wrong, the light, and the dark.
All of it. The answer is My Love.
In Memory of: Greggory