My Psalm 66
We die but once. We live, hopefully, many, many times. Robin Williams lived but a fleeting moment in death but over 23,000 days of giving joy to others. Let us not remember a fleeting moment but rather the millions of smiles and heart he gave and touched.
Once upon a time, the winds swirled and chaos took form. The heavens shook and tears rained down. Man was not kind and no matter how often the waters bathed the earth to cleanse it, sadness and evil still grew.
Then one day a puppy sat too near the sun’s rays at the same time a bird slept too near a willow branch. The sun’s ray ticked the puppy just as a gentle breeze blew the willow and tickled the bird. They both giggled in delight and laughter was born.
Laughter proved a great medicine but something more was needed. The two-foot creatures had learned kindness and were known now as mankind but still joy was fleeting. The sun, after all, could not tickle twenty-four hours a day and when the wind blew at night, nature seemed scary. Something more was needed.
And so, joy ambassadors led the march, teaching people to find the laughter and reminding them of what was good and what good they could do. They were special people, these joyous souls. Sometimes, though, the darkness crept around them, trying to shroud their smiles. What dark forgot was that smiles are eternal.
And so, on a night after the moon had been ever so bright, shining the way to heaven for all, it was decided that the heavens needed another joyous soul in heaven, maybe to help all the children so recently arriving. Mankind had fallen into man-stupid. Innocent children were targeted while man forgot to put faith in the Creator Spirit.
The joy soul on whose ankles darkness snipped had spent his life showing that laughter was good medicine, life should be lived generously, and every single person on earth was valued. His legacy would be one of joy but also of making a difference, of using fame not to garner fortune but to live in faith.
And so, while other joy ambassadors walk the earth, one of the greatest now shines in the heavens. Darkness can no more threaten as he will now shine through it and we will know that joy is eternal if only we listen.
My Psalm 66
O Captain! My Captain! Life’s fearful trip is done.
O Captain! My Captain! your fearful trip is done;
The soul has weather’d every rack, the prize you sought is won;
The port is near, the bells we hear, the laughter all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the our grief grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where to utter surprise the Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on life’s deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Take up the walk; carry on the fight
The Captain of Comedy led.