Lucy, I was in the middle of some late spring cleaning doing the upstairs windows...
missing you missing my 60th birthday fuss and love...
Oh, I can almost hear you exclaiming how 60 sounds surreal and wowing, and half-listening
as I explain 'things', how sometimes out of nowhere
a poem just seizes my senses and needs out!
and then we talk... in breathless mostly half-sentences between questions,
catching up on each other's lives...
and laughing and weeping and praying...
depending on the joy or grief of love...
Lucy, the grief of our parting has sweetened/refined my joys.
I sense you in a harvest of deepened friendships...
you opened my eyes to a world of outstretched arms...
two of them, mine...
because its the hard times that remind us how much we need each other.
You are teaching me the bitter-sweetness of this verse, dear Lucy...
John 12:24
Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies,
it remains only a single seed.
But if it dies, it produces many seeds.
What?! oh! you're asking 'why so many ellipses?!!'
That's where I was pausing to gather my thoughts...
and words! ๐
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Dear Lucy,
In one sense, you're not here
and in that sense its true
But somehow I still feel you near
in every thought of you
in every want to hear
more than echoes to trace
in every peony my dear
I press against my face
In every memory
That pray, Time will not steal
In every aching void of 'we'
That Time can never heal
In every hope renewed
Because God loves us so
In every prayer of gratitude
In spite of tears that flow
In spite of sight bereft
For God bid we should part
There is a sense of you still left
To hold within my heart
To comfort sorrow's tear
To remind me again
That in one sense you are not here
But in one you remain
...and here you'll always be
In ever younger years
You slipped beyond the reach of me
Save in my smiles and tears
Janet๐๐๐
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