My Mum's Poem

[hagbard_celine]

My mother died suddenly in November last year, but before she did she wrote this poem:

Visit to the White Horse at Uffington On Easter Saturday

Wrapped up by my loving family
Against the lashing scarring wind
Sit and watch the wonder
Carved and scraped into the side of this innocent hill
Intended to be of eternal significance
Speaking to the speechless, adoring the valley below
The echoes of Christ crunched and crucified
Scream in the restless freezing fretting gale

Why should I be happy- I am
God the Father, absent
His will complete
Is reading his newspaper
Heaven knows what
The Holy Spirit, on holiday
Is forgetting to brush his people with the tips of his wings

It’s all very well
rescuing people from hell
In timeless time
They will have got used to it
And, timeless, can wait a bit

Wake up, you careless God!
Take your glasses off,
And I’ll punch you in the face!
Pay some attention
If you want your friends.

Love and love and love and love
Children suffer and grow up
If they get the chance:
Gentlemen, we have the technology.
Where is your lap and warm embrace?

Your images are left
To wander the earth,
Having bellies, hearts, minds and souls,
Hurting everywhere
Sinning against their will

What makes Good Friday good?
In remissionem peccatorum

Christ and this horse were crucified
According to your will
Did you notice both?
And the millions of others?
Wake up, wake up!
Don’t leave your son alone.

You gave us your valley of silence
We cry our Kyrie Eleison
And you give us mass communication
And your White Horse to comfort us.
It seems you have forsaken us.
Hurling your shepherd’s staff
onto the earth.
Turning your back on the flock
you have created
Come back and listen:
Make your White horse speak.
Dona nobis pacem.
We are trying to hear- Speak!

[ngawaka19]

Its Saterday night here........quiet and cold......and hagard c that was perfect......thank you. Has she visited you in your dreams yet?

[ngawaka19]

Wish my spelling was perfect......tsk tsk

[celtic isis]

My mother died suddenly in November last year, but before she did she wrote this poem:

hi hagbard_celine :)

so sorry to hear about your mum :( i lost mine too september of last year, she passed away on her birthday of all days so i know how hard it is though i'm sure you know she is happy and free now and still with you and always will be until you meet again.

What a wonderful poem, your mum was a very clever perceptive woman, i love the phrase "speaking to the speechless", that's fantastic :)

Thank you so much for sharing that with us and take care.

[hagbard_celine]

Thanks for your kind words, guys.

My mum was an amzing lady. We didn't always se eye-to-eye, but I wouldn't have swapped her for anyone else! I think she taught me to see the world differently.


Has she visited you in your dreams yet?][/

Not yet, Ngawaka, but i keep listening. I go to a Spiritulaist church too, so I'll be there if she wants me.