Shortcut to Happiness

 

I was walking past the hydro field.  Along the pavement corn flowers were insistently
growing, scrawny things really, yet with flowers that make me pause whenever I
see them. 

I have been grieving so many losses they have become a chorus
in my heart.

I imagined the growing company of those who have left,
those who in life had dressed in limitation and played their fitful roles, if
poorly, at least faithfully, welcoming her, resplendently dressed in cornflower
blue.

And she tells them “I don’t believe in the afterlife.”

And they tell her, “That’s alright. This is between the
cracks of what every human being can believe. 
It is neither before life nor
after life.
Some people call it
happiness and few stay here for very long. 
But we won’t call it anything and hope that you will never leave.”