Letter to Michael

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Dearest Michael,

I'm thinking of you, how sweet you look in the This Is It rehearsals. You're so animated, dynamic, delicate, fierce, pure, commanding, shy, dazzling, humble, flawless, beautiful, unpretentious, agile, soft, quick, gentle. You are the dance, you are the music, you are the message.

When I see you singing Earth Song in the cherry-picker ~ forests burning behind you, wars waging, Earth crying ~ I see in that moment the culmination of all your work, and I feel I've seen onstage the complete fulfillment of your prophetic calling. Could that last night be the crescendo, when your work here was finally finished in God's eyes?

Soon after your death I learned, from fans who'd seen you return home, that the clothes you wore during that rehearsal were those you wore the night before you died. Had we witnessed the very night your mission here was complete?

Selfishly, we wanted you to stay ... the world needs you. But you were taken from us. With your passing we sense an elegant and vast energy has been sucked out of Earth's atmosphere. It feels colder, darker, harsher now. Yet we have to live in this void you've left behind and then begin to refill it.

I pray you speak to God on our behalf. Help us know the truth yet be strengthened to go on and complete our mission, keep your legacy alive and pure, and do our part to make this a better place.

God bless you forever ...