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 he survived and did more than that.
Michael Jackson was special, he was a gift, created in God’s image and sent to us to spread love and happiness. 

We Had Him