Holly Terrace Sunflowers

 
The beautiful little girl with pigtails jumped from her mother’s arms
with glee and ran to the door of Holly Terrace,
eagerly peering through the crack.
Just at the end of the long corridor,
if you looked just right, you could see a noble, marble crypt.
The sun was hitting the Ascension stained glass window
and the entire scene was filled with glorious light.
Many, many more bright and glowing sunflowers
adorned this kings resting place.
A beautiful breath taking sight and outside was a
veritable forest of sunflowers
lined up by the doors to the Kings resting place.

Suddenly she turned to look at her mother with a
shocked and stricken look on her face shrieked,
“I can’t see him! I can’t see him! He isn’t there, Mommy!!
I want to see him!!

Why can’t I see him? Where did he go mommy?”

She began to sob, uncontrollable, inconsolable, heartbroken sobs.

She ran back to her mother’s comforting and safe arms and
held on tight and just cried.

The adults all stood there unable to breath, unable to speak,
grappling for the words

to try to console and explain… yet there were none.

Yes this little angelic baby she said it all.

We can’t see him, our King, we can’t see him.

Why did he have to go?
Our hearts are broken still.

Suddenly a grown up notices and points to a discovery,
back inside the sunflower forest just resting at the base of the sunflowers
is a tiny angel someone has left for Michael, our King.
It rests and sleeps guarding the King’s door.
The child is consoled at last and content
to wander in the sunflower forest but continually,
apprehensively looking toward the door
where her King can not be seen.

How do you explain death to a child?

Her mother says “She doesn’t understand.
She LOVES Michael Jackson and

she sees him sing and dance on TV.
She can’t understand why she can’t see him now.”

We the adults grasp at answers as well and can only nod our heads.
Yes how do you explain the death of Michael Jackson?
Unfathomable.

Forever in our hearts.

How strange that all these tears
could not wash away the hurt!

Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness.
I remembered you in the sunlight,
with a smile as sweet as May wine.
A tear of gratitude started to fall,
and miraculously, you were back.
Soft fingers touched my check,
and you bent over for a kiss.

“Why have you come?” I whispered.

“To wipe away your last tear,” you replied.
“It was the one you saved for me.”

Excerpt from The Last Tear
by
Michael Jackson, from his book “Dancing The Dream”