In Hope (Poetry)
13th September 2009
How can we mourn the passing of a soul we didn’t know
yet feel we fade a little with their death?
We recognise mortality — the route we all must go —
and value more whatever time that’s left.
Perennial as flowers with the old familiar hymns
those rituals we observe to help us grieve —
each lost in our own silence while indifferent daylight dims
we question in our hearts what we believe.
For there should be a vacancy — a space that will remain
unfilled — to mark the place of one who’s gone...
How can it be that all else seems so very much the same? —
The millstone of the world grinds on and on...
We can’t begin to understand the purpose or the plan —
too much of life’s uncertain and unfair.
We shed our tears and face each loss the best way that we can
in hope that Heaven waits for us somewhere.
Dedicated to Ivy May Taylor
17th October 1920 - 27th August 2009
yet feel we fade a little with their death?
We recognise mortality — the route we all must go —
and value more whatever time that’s left.
Perennial as flowers with the old familiar hymns
those rituals we observe to help us grieve —
each lost in our own silence while indifferent daylight dims
we question in our hearts what we believe.
For there should be a vacancy — a space that will remain
unfilled — to mark the place of one who’s gone...
How can it be that all else seems so very much the same? —
The millstone of the world grinds on and on...
We can’t begin to understand the purpose or the plan —
too much of life’s uncertain and unfair.
We shed our tears and face each loss the best way that we can
in hope that Heaven waits for us somewhere.
Dedicated to Ivy May Taylor
17th October 1920 - 27th August 2009