He is God Again
Updated: Jan 4
On January 4, 2022, my best friend, Scott Vincent Rosenfeld, passed away. This poem is a tribute to him. The poem was written in the first few months following his passing, but this seemed like the right time to share it with this audience.
The poem connects both of our spiritual beliefs as they were very similar. He was the person that I would talk for hours about deep topics such as spirituality and what happens when we pass away. I hope you will give it a read.
Let me know what you think below with a like or comment.
When someone passes away, we cry
filling an ocean with our tears
Then, we drown
Struggling to come up for air
as life comes crashing down on us
It is hard to lose someone
But why is it taboo to have any other emotion?
Why are we forbidden to laugh?
Why can’t we have a sense of relief
for the person that left?
Why is it that we feel guilty
for simply taking a breath?
What if I break tradition?
What if I change the shoes I wore?
What if I remove myself from my perspective &
Instead placed me in the perspective
of the one that left?
Would I watch bricks be lifted from his shoulders?
Would I watch him break out of his cage?
Released from his shackles
with wings attached
Would I watch him fly?
Would I watch him fly higher than the
human experience would allow?
Would I watch him be God again?
I hear him in the beat of the djembe
he taught me how to play
I hear him in the guitar strings he plucks
I hear his voice In the Bob Marley melodies
I talk to him in my dreams
I do not believe in an end
This was one of many journeys for him
One of many lives we lived together
Me and him,
Tall and Short
Scorpio and Cancer
Black and White
Singer and Poet
Both outsiders in this society
Both of us, the same caring heart
In a world where a caring heart
is like living in shackles
Without either of us knowing at the time,
I now believe he was preparing for his next life
Such as one trains for a new mission
He was doing the same, without knowing
This is his calling, this is his mission
He is a spiritual warrior
Well-equipped to be God again!
He once told me when my father passed away
to place his image above me
look up to him
Our ancestors watch over us
Say a prayer &
my father will hear me
Now I place my boy’s image above me
I pray to him
I ask him to guide me from the other side
I have no doubt he hears me
I have no doubt that he feels me
He always believed in my dreams
He saw what was inside me
before I saw what was inside me
I have no doubt that he will do the same
from the other side
Our human connection is left to a memory but
he is not gone
I do not believe in an end
From his travels to his journeys to his achievements,
To his trials to his tribulations to his hard times
He lived the life he was supposed to live
Each experience gave him the lessons necessary
to be God again!
Now a spiritual warrior,
His shoulders are no longer weighted
The cage no longer confines him
He, Scott Vincent Rosenfeld
Is Released from shackles &
With wings attached
Flies like butterflies in the garden
Flies like cheetahs in the wild
Flies like a hawk that glides in the sky
He is God again
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