Graceful
and gentle
silky
and soft
athletic
with speed
and
surely the need
for
nurture
nourishment
and love
and
knowing
how
lovely I knew
you
were,
and
knowing
our
bond was as deep as the sea
helps
me in knowing
In
Spirit you’re free.
And
in my backroom where I write everyday
I
play my guitar, more in a tentative way…..
In
the dark nights of your illness
and
fractures of sleep
I
remember
the
lullaby I sang to your soul
as
I laid down your weary tune
and
I knew,
it
was ‘time’
to
carry your small body
over
the line.
And
as I lay weeping
my
tears into foam
and
magpies, not sleeping
had
a weary call of their own,
I
knew, as I held you
to
the end of ‘our time’
the
strings played a melody
which
would call me to you
and
the ladybirds, frogs
and
butterflies say
‘There
is no such place as far away’.
Here
in my world,
in
a mysterious way,
I
hear flowers blooming
and
watch, as they say……..
Love
in the world,
whether
seen, or unseen,
is
as beautiful now
as
it has ever been,
and
over in spirit,
in
indescribable light,
all
hearts softly open like silk through a rainbow,
and
all that I see
is
all that you know.
(Written
on September 19, 2013 with a beautifully fragrant Vibernum Carlessi flower)
Absolutely beautiful Bee. Such profound depths of connection. Thankyou xx
ReplyDeleteThank you. This form of writing is very healing for my emotional being, as the verses come to me so easily, and are written down quickly. So when I read quietly to myself or type my journal notes, I too am in tears and releasing cycles of grief. Honestly, my Vale To Poppy series of writings kept coming, so September found me weeping like never before.
DeleteBee xx