Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Rejoining Hands

As I picture the easing
of the passing away
of my father.

The end of suffering.

I see in front of me
the symbol of eternity.

A couple holding hands,
walking along in the park.

As they approach a tree,
they're hands become free.

and rejoin again once passed.

So now I see
the image of my father
finally rejoining hands with my mother
and setting off,
on another journey.


1 comment:

  1. So it goes.
    And the richness lies in memory
    And in the honouring you give
    And the connection unsundered
    The indelible footprints leading back to the beginning
    And the knowing that they are there