Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

As soon as we believe in our vision we find ourselves attracting the worldly "nutrients" we need to have our mental seed grow to fruition. Manifesting a vision is not static and definitely not linear; rather, it is an organic process of adapting and changing as we interact with many unknowns. A seed planted in the ground automatically adjusts as it interacts with rocks, roots, poor growing conditions, infertile soil and so on. This the way of growth and manifestation. You practically trusted your instincts, Officer Cook and more often than not you came out in very good shape. You handled the situation that day accordingly and your courage was outstanding to help protect your comrades. The seeds of your legacy were already plante din your loved ones and their extended families and they are sure to grow and all their dreams and aspirations will reach fruition. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Commitment is the willingness to stick with your vision throughout the inevitable ups and downs that occur. It is up to us to re-enchant this planet earth. Your commitment to your community, Officer Cook, demonstrates to us your undying devotion to serve, defend and protect no matter the price that one may have to pay. You were empowerd on May 16, 1979 to be a bold participant, rather than a bystander who come easily have just let the call go and return to your stationhouse and go home. That wasn't the Officer William C. Cook, Badge#1664, that Dade County citizens came to know and appreciate. That just reinforced your quality of character, faith and devotion to duty. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Truth is the only safe ground to stand upon. The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it emotionally. The moment one definitely commits oneself then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help that never otherwise have occured. A whole strem of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man would hav edreamed would come his way. The truth shall set you free. And because of the righteous life you led, Officer Cook, may you rest in peace, my neighbor, friend and hero. The ground where you lie is holy and may never be disturbed as your cherished soul hovers above it protecting all people from harm.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Nothing strengthens the judgment and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. Co-dependence is taking someone else's temperature to see how you feel. When death nears, the co-dependent sees someone else's life flash before their eyes. I do know Officer Cook, when your other colleagues got the call and went to the scene, you were already taken to the hospital, where despite the great efforts of the emergency room doctors at North Shore Hospital, they could not save you. A Detective Blocker shot and killed the young man who callously took your life. You gave your all and will be remembered as a hero. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

With the gift of listening comes the gift of healing. Some wounds can never be healed Officer Cook. Your tragic death still and will forever leave a gaping hole in the hearts of your family, friends and peers, but you can be sure we know where you loving spirit is. It's when we do not listen and pay attention fully to each other, when we don't fear the Spirit within others that's trying to talk to us, we then destroy the connection that wants to be made between Spirits. May you rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero and one day greet us all with your loving embrace.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

The purpose of ritual is to wake up the old mind, to put to work. The old ones inside us, the collective unconscious, the many lives, the different eternal parts, the senses and the parts of the brain that have been ignored. Those parts do not speak English. They do not care about television. Biut they do understand candlelight and colors. They understand nature. You understood what you were undertaking, Officer Cook and you gave your job a fulltime everyday commitment, something that is lacking in some officers today. How sad! We're sad over losing you, but we do know that you are keeping the watch ongoing as you help God help others in doing fierce battle over evil. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

There are many, many gates to the sacred and they are as wide as we need them to be. The gates to God's glorious kingdom where you, Officer Cook and your comrades of the past are now residing are always wide open so your very special souls can travel far and wide as you survey the comings and goings of this land. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Conflict begins at the moment of birth. I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself. Your loving family, friends and colleagues past and present revere you, Officer Cook for the job you performed so well under dangerous conditions. You brought honor, integrity and dignity to your department and this is what is expected of the men and women of the Metro-Dade Police Department and what we would relish from its heroes who laid their very lives on th eline for our securities. There can no conflict, either you conform to rules and regulations or you can look for anothe rline of work. You seized the opportunity to make a better lif efor both you and Karen and you never let her down, as she supported you and you supported her in her nursing career. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings. First you were a gentleman and next you were a police officer of the highest caliber whose mannerisms endeared to the citizens whose lives you protected. Now as our guardian angel, keep our ideals and goals on a straight path to achieving them. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. You can see that when you think how the friends that really listen to us ar ethe ones we move toward and we want to sit in their radius as though it did us good, like ultrviolet rays. Officers need to be great listeners and you were there Officer Cook to listen, observe and try to bring a peaceful solution to a person who strayed from the path. It's tragic he was bent on shooting officers to accomplish his plans which awry. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero and be there for us when we need you to lend an ear.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

To voice something you're feeling and put observations into words with another person who is totally present is a creative act of embodying soul and love. To love and care for you, Officer Cook, is something mighty special. To remember your unselfish act of heroics is what makes officers like you special. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Methods and means cannot be separated from the ultimate aim. Your aim, Officer Cook was to prevent evil and you were most successful in doing so. It's still really a crying shame that young man had thought before he reacted as he did. You're still our hero and the uniqueness and style you exhibited in carrying out your assignments won't go without notice. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "grow, grow." let us bless the flow of life/ that revives us, sustains us and brings us to this time. Everytime I visit your grave, Officer Cook, the memories keep coming back of that fateful day. You delivered quality and dedicated service to so many and are revered by so many. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

The greatest gift we can give one another is rapt attention to another's existence. We should give you more honor, Officer Cook, than you deserve. After all, you went way beyond the bounds of duty and your were a true blue hero to us. never to be forgotten. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

We don't need someone to show us the ropes. We are the ones we've been waiting for. Deep inside us we know the feelings we need to guide us. Our task is to learn to trust our inner feeling. You trusted your instincts, Officer Cook and even on May 16, 1979, a day all Dade County officers will remember, your instincts served you well as you saved four of your comrades from certain death and the two civilians. We went out of our minds hoping to revive you and keep you with us, but Our Creator had other plans and now you serve an even greater role, to help watch over your comrades in this land who do battle with evil daily. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

No one can organize your perception of God better than you can. Your own sense of ritual and theater can mark each day, as well as special occasions with the celebration of Spirit. Ritual infuses your life, but the litergy comes fromwithin. Your body prays in its own ways, your alyar is a moveable feast of images and settings. Your life, Officer Cook was marked by happy events and now that you have given your life on behalf of your community, we should always pause to look back on an outstanding life and many career accomplishments. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 20, 2013

Ritual is the act of sanctifying action-even ordinary actions-so that it has meaning: I can light a candle because I need the light or because the candle represents the light I need. The body is wiser than its inhabitants. The body is the soul. We ignore its aches, pains, eruptions, because we fear the truth. The body is God's messenger. You were our brightest messenger and more so our hero, Officer Cook, who intellect was wiser than most of your peers and mature beyond your years. valor and dignity went hand in hand when you were battling evil. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero. Officers do have certain rituals and if they are not properly adhered to can lead an officer down the wrong side of the law.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

The good news they do not print. The good news we do print. We have a special edition every moment and we need you to read it. The good news is that you are alive in spirit with us and that the linden tree is still alive, standing firm in the harsh Winter. The good news is that you had wonderful eyes to touch the blue sky and a keen perception. The good news is that you father was in heaven waiting to wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug. They only print what is wrong. Look at each of our special editions. We always offer the things that are not wrong. We want you to benefit from them and protect them. The dandelion is there by the sidewalk, smiling its wondrous smile, singing the song of eternity. Listen! You have ears that can hear it. Bow your head. Listen to it. Leave behind the world of sorrow and preoccupation and get free. The latest good news is that you can do it. You did it, Officer Cook. You served your department well and now for giving of yourself to make us safer and happier, you can truly rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero. Let your holy spirit roam where it wants to roam, it has finally fond its eternal home.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

Be careful with the crumbs. Do not overlook them. Be careful with the crumbs; the little chances to love, the tiny gestures, the morsels that feed, the minims. Take care of the crumbs, a look, a laugh, a smile, a teardrop, an open hand. Take care of the crumbs. They are food also. Do not let them fall. Gather them. Cherish them. You cherished everything God gave you and Karen, you held on so tight it was hard to let go.. At the hospital, when Karen saw you, I'm sure she cried and didn't want to let you go. I know I cried in you mother's home and your niece Gina, was there to comfort me and I was a stranger to her and her family. Very emotional to say the least! Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero. I won't ever forget your remarkable accomplishments on behalf of Dade County citizens.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

The kitchen is al-chemical, a place where we cook-actually and spiritually. We come to it for nourishment and ease. We come to it as to a center-the heart of the house, the heart of dwelling. In the kitchen we are one, linked by hunger-actual hunger and spiritual hunger. We go to the kitchen to be nourished and revealed. It is a holy place. Your home Officer Cook, where you grew up and where you and Karen lived was always a welcome venue for parties and happy occasions. It's sad the parties are not as in the past but you will always be spoken of in the highest of regards for your concerns for all. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

I am dust particles in sunlight. I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say. Stay. To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist and the breathing of evening. I am the wind in the top of a grove and surf on the cliff. Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel, I am also the coral reef they founder on. I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches. Silence, thought and voice. The musical air coming through a flute, a spark of a stone, a flickering in metal. Both candle and the moth crazy around it. Rose and the nightingale lost in the fragrance. I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift and the falling away. What is and what isn't. You who know, you are the one in all, say who I am. Say I am you. You were who you were, Officer Cook and that was a pretty lovable, humble and giving gentleman, loving son, darling brother, doting uncle and a great-uncle to some pretty great- nieces and nephew who will be like you when they grow older. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

All is a circle within me. I am ten thousand winters old. I am as young as a newborn flower. I am a buffalo in its grave. I am a tree in bloom. All is a circle within me. I have seen the world through an eagle's eye. I have seen it from a gopher's hole. I have seen the world on fire and the sky without a moon. All is a circle within me. I have gone into the earth and out again. I have gone to the edge of the sky. Now all is at peace within me. Now all has a place to come home. You have arrived in your eternal home, Officer Cook. The home that is truly blessed as your soul continues its journey this day and everyday. Your amazing feats have been recorded for posterity and are available to those who made the ultimate sacrifice that you so faithfully did. Twenty-thousand loving and giving souls can certainly illuminate an entire land and that's the message so vital to those whose lives rely on police officers protecting and serving them. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

Heaven is my father and earth is my mother and even such a small creature as I find an intimate place in its midst. That which extends throughout the universe I regard as my body and that which directs the universe, I regard as my nature. All people are my brothers and sisters and all things are my companions. My neighbor, friend and hero, Officer Cook, you and your beloved father, Charles should rest in peace and I'll say prayers and keep your beloved mother, Mrs. Julia Cook in my heart. You are both looking down and making certain all of your loved ones are being taken care of properly. They will never forget your heroics and the honest life you followed and put into practice everyday.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese,harsh and exciting- over and over announcing your place in the family of tidings. You were not only good, Officer Cook, but you succeeded in all your dreams and desires. We all just wanted for you to be physically with us. You spirit certainly remains here with us, it will never fly away like a piece of paper on the highway, that's for sure. By the way, today I was driving in Miami and I passed the venerable building where your Inspector's Funeral was held on May 19, 1979, St. Mary's Cathedral. The memories will always last, but your sacrifice will always remain firmly planted in the hearts of all who knew and loved you. Rest in peace my neighbor, friend and hero. That respect you displayed to all needs to be a vital fabric of your legacy.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down yo shallow the mayfly. I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being attacked by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay "his debt of blood" to my people dying slowly in a forced labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and my pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion. For your entire life, your true identity was William Coleman Cook and you were known as Officer William Coleman Cook: Badge#1664 once you became one Dade County's most valued and treasured police officers for all time. The pain, the cries of sorrow can still be felt most acutely by your loving family, deer friends and honorable colleagues who witnessed you giving your life on that solemn day: May 16, 1979. It never goes away, it stays with us always and even people who did not ever know you my neighbor, friend and hero, personally. Trust me. Rest in peace among the stars that shine brightly along all your fallen comrades now cradled in God's loving and heavenly palms.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 18, 2013