Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Christ keep the Hollow Land...



... Through the sweet spring tide,
When the apple blossoms bless
The lowly bent hillside.


One year on.  Sad, yes, but grateful.  Resolved.  Blessed.

...Though we may not understand
Where the waters glide.

11 comments:

zephyr said...

Thinking of you...

Kurt said...

It's been a bit more than a year since I lost my mom. It's funny how often my thoughts turn to her when I'm out and about in nature. May you have a beautiful and comforting spring.

Zhoen said...

(o)

the polish chick said...

dear lucy, my thoughts are with you. i am so sorry for your loss.

Rouchswalwe said...

Oh Lucy! One year without her. My warmest thoughts I send to you.

Lucy said...

Thanks people.

I hesitated about posting about the anniversary, not wanting to make a kind of self-conscious feature of bereavement here, as it were. And of course I think of her so much of the time anyway, I wasn't sure how important it was to mark the passing of a particular time.

But in the event I found it was much on my mind, and wanted to mark it in some fashion. And spring is so resonant, and as Kurt says, comforting in fact, with so much bright hopeful beauty. The apple blossoms particularly make me think of her.

Jean said...

The almost unbearable, but also all the more precious, beauty of the Spring she won't see. Yes, I know this. And your Finestere poem was a very fine expression of it. Warmest wishes.

Fire Bird said...

(O)

YourFireAnt said...

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air...

--Pablo Neruda


((o))

marly youmans said...

Lovely remembrance, Lucy.

Dick said...

An old favourite, the neglected William Morris. And a beautiful commemoration.