Eternal Flame

21st Nov 2016

We had a moving service at church on Saturday to remember and pray for those loved ones who have died during the last year. Like an automaton I went along, not  feeling particularly happy about being there with all those others who also suffered a personal loss so recently.

 But that was, of course, the very thing that made it a moment of special Grace. A lady I knew there whose  son died just a few weeks ago was  with her daughter and grandson, being healed a little . Many of the others were friends who were also grieving and in some way the strength to be gained from us all remembering together was hugely powerful . Many of us shed a tear and comforted each other. 

Eternal Flame

Lit a candle for you both today,

And sat and had a little pray.

I miss you when I make the tea

I miss your jokes and revelry

I miss the stories that you told
Even if they were ones of old
I miss the way you knew all the news
The way you always shared your views.
I miss all our walks in beautiful places
The sea, and the hills, left smiles on our faces
I miss the way, mum, you made apple pie
I couldn't repeat it - how hard did I try.
And dad with your skill and intelligence
I was lucky if I'd got a bit of common sense.
One day we'll meet again I'm sure
When I find the way to the room next door

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Night

Well, I  haven't posted for a while as I've been busy. A holiday in sunny climes and visits from family when we came back, has kept me away from my words. However, I did take a couple of hours out yesterday to go to a Poetry for Wellbeing workshop, which was like watering the dry desert - I really enjoyed it.
So, Just to say that the visits to my blog have reached the amazing number of 17,000 - can you believe that - I hardly can myself.

Night

 Again I am there,

After the work of the day is over,

The body, tired, waits for the rest of the

Living death of sleep.

The sun put out like a candle,

The moon too shy to make an appearance

Hides  behind dark clouds

I lay in the soft comfort of friendly sheets

Trying to avoid those busy 

Dance halls, those bars - bustling,

Where I get crushed , bruised broken...

With the energy of that blessed shadow time

I move closer to the river,

With the moon reflected,

My laughter loud , 

As I leave behind, those chains,

For others to skip around ,

If they will,

For others to fall over,

If they must.

But for me, the peace, the silence, the moon,

Only my own voice to interrupt the calm

Easter Greetings

Wishing all my faithful readers a Happy and Joyous Easter.

Looking forward to the Easter Vigil tonight ...