Foundation
you never see their light but you made the flame
you you say ghost
as if invisible
means unreal—
but watch how wind
moves through branches
how it bends the world
without being seen
the hands you held
knew your touch
immediately—
now you build
the rooms
where other hands
will meet
and hold
and heal
this is not less
but different—
the way roots
work in darkness
to lift cathedrals
of leaf and light
into being
you trade the tree
for the forest
one flame
for the conditions
that let fires
kindle everywhere
you never see
their light
but you made the flame
some days you will ache
for the simple geometry
of cause and effect—
your hand
their healing
your voice
their comfort
the clear line
connecting
but you are learning
the patience
of aspen roots—
how one tree
becomes a thousand
all connected
beneath the surface
how what looks
like separate growth
is one vast organism
breathing
the person who walks
through a door
you created
into light
they may never know
your name
your sacrifice
but they know
what you built—
shelter
possibility
home
you are not a ghost
you are foundation
not fading
but holding
the visible work
of a thousand hands
that could not reach
without the structure
you have become



thank you for this, Sean. It truly tells us the meaning of life and our efforts.