Looking back
Sensational:
That morning of leaves
Stunning riot
October trees rustled
And whispered -
Splash of the palette,
Artist creator,
Gold split to yellow
And orange -
Enticed us to look,
All over the grass,
Scraped on the gravel,
Confetti
From the day before’s wedding.
Said hello
To the people who made it each week
After all,
In the end -
The whole.
And it happened -
Despite your absence.
Lived it and loved it.
Loved it the more, in a way
For one day -
Your not being there.
Someone to hold us together.
Strange faces appeared
And were welcomed
As ever; they listened
And wondered.
Remembered myself
When I came, first
In awe
Of it all,
Delighted
In mystery and splendour;
The singing, the sermon,
Thought into prayer,
Blessing for me,
That morning,
Special.
‘ Janet , may the Lord….’
Without you we kept it
Together
In spirit,
I knew it and saw,
Soared with the voices
In praise,
Elated in worship;
Had omitted to hear them
For weeks past -
They had always been there.
We could do it
And did so,
Without you
When God was full presence,
You lead us,
But left us, sometimes,
To get on.
We were able
And loved it.
But missed you-
Your not being there.
Jan
I have never been called (too much) to play with line breaks — but appreciate those who can and do
and done so well Janet.
this is amazing for me because this is how i felt the poem, experienced it: the words are vital but i took the experience from the infinite rhythm created here. thank you, i am just now coming to sense rythm and not slash and burn all the time! kimtelas/kim