A Meditation for Harold – By Mel A. Silva

Harold Seibel
Harold Seibel

This meditation was written for a dear friend who, like myself, was the only Baha’i in our families and an avid fly-fisherman who now resides in the Abha Kingdom.  I’ve chosen to share this as a commemoration to his life and our time together. – MA Silva





A Meditation for Harold


Shortly before dusk we wake our assaults.
Cottonwood saplings defend dampened banks.
We have not far to go now; only a twinkling of an eye.
Icy water engulfs us, but no shivers go up our spines.


 Expectation haunts our thirsting souls,
as we stare into the heavenly stream.
The martyred fishermen of the Galilee,
also sought the fish that sustained their vanquished souls.




Your line is the first to stretch itself erect;
I see your spirit soar and mine is no longer abject.
Darkness settles and now we are cold,
but victorious we find the path home.


With bags abundant with ponderous catch-
beneath the cool, gray spirit moon;
we scent our denizens of the celestial streams
with cedar from the flame of fire and mint from the river of life eternal.




Horror seizes us;  as we witness our brood,
unceremoniously, tearing at the flesh.
-It is only… every day fair,-
“Give us more” they shout!


When next I see you in the town under the burnt mountain,
sitting alone at a corner table of the least frequented café –
a look of disbelief in your eyes, as I sit,
we both hear the ghostly sound, the river rushing for lower ground.


©M.A. Silva
Ignacio, 1985



Lynette Wilson, Publisher
Author: Lynette Wilson, Publisher

Lynette grew up in the small Wisconsin town of Boscobel, home of the Gideon Bible. After attending college at the University of Wisconsin, Madison and Platteville achieving an A.A. degree she decided a break was needed n order to figure out which academic discipline she wanted to pursue. While contemplating intensely on her choices she met and married Fernando. Lynette returned to college and studied Small Business Management and Bookkeeping. After several years of working in management she found herself once again meditating on her future. The powers that be answered and she returned to the academic life in pursuit of a double major in Physical and Occupational Therapy. She found time to assist in the Special Resource Center helping quadriplegics and the legally blind in the classroom setting as well as reading for the blind. In the midst of her professional goals she had a difficult pregnancy which temporarily (...so she thought) would interrupt her coursework. She attempted to return to her studies, but the stork visited a second time. After the birth of their daughter, an unwelcomed visitor arrived a year and a half later, Brain Cancer. After 7 years of fighting, Fernando passed away. (2003) This experience...

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