This morning we were awakened to the sound of sirens. There were police and fire trucks screeching their way around us. Now, we do live 2 blocks from the police station and just over 2 blocks from a fire station, so the sirens are not alarming. It didn't necessarily mean there was a fire in our neighborhood.
However, as we got moving about, we noticed a smell of smoke in the air. The fire was close. the smoke was hovering close to the ground because of the cool morning temps. We knew it was not far away. As I left for work, I went out the back and down to main street. Looking right, I could see about two blocks down a mass of flashing lights. The Police had the street blocked. Ambulances were scattered about. There are apartments in that area. I figured one had turned on some heat because of the low temps (50's) and started a fire. I hoped everyone was OK.
My day progressed. As I usually do as I drive home, I called Tammy. I asked her if she had heard of any news on the morning fire. Well, she had. That was when the humor of the situation started.
What was on fire, down the street, early in the morning, was the FIRE STATION. Yes, the only fire station located within the city limits was burning. There are 6 fire stations located in Montgomery County, but to my knowledge this is the only one within the city limits. No one was hurt in the blaze.
An old friend took his life a few days ago. As I tried to come to grips with the why's (we will never know) and the mindset, this is what my head spit out. I am lost
I cannot recall the moment it slipped from my fingers Even then, it was still in sight, like a well-known book of the shelf I could draw strength just from the knowledge It was still here It wasn’t strength I would need every day So the day it disappeared from its familiar place Went unnoticed as well.
It might have been only hours, It might have been the day It might have been a week, or a month, or a year But the day did come and I went to that place That well-known trusted place and there I found the empty The place where it should have been The place where it was before The place, where, without being seen It was taken away
There were always winds, and rains, and storms, And thunder, and darkness, and clouds But, there always was, in it’s own familiar spot Shining through the shadows, a single piercing beam Of life sustaining, of comfort providing Of solace carrying, a ray of untainted hope
No matter how far I sank, I could find it in that known place No matter the cares of life that assailed my mind I could still find my way to that fullness My soul would find a comfort My mind would find a respite My weariness would abate Until today
Today, there is no rest There is no breathing room There is no alcove in which to draw myself My mind is bombarded; my soul is compassed Today, there is no hope There is no anchor for my soul Today, I am lost