March 24th, 2008
It was so hard to believe she’s gone…until I saw all the family together without her, and grieving her.
The service was unlike any I had been to, and the place and day was amazingly beautiful. I wanted to take oh, so many pictures, but I did not. I took a few of the service for Lily’s mother and will not post them here. Someday I would like to take wedding photos there.
But I think it will be hard to go back.
March 20th, 2008
“While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare –
Love is like Life – merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting ‘Live’!”
~Emily Dickinson
“The Resurrection fern gets its name because it can survive long periods of drought by curling up its fronds and appearing desiccated, grey-brown and dead. However, when just a little water is present, the fern will uncurl and reopen, appearing to “resurrect” and restoring itself to a vivid green color. It has been estimated that these plants could go 100 years without water and still revive after a single soaking.” ~Wikipedia
My Memama has a log with the Resurrection Fern growing on it. I always felt comforted looking at it after it rained.
It spoke promises after every storm.
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“Morning kisses me awake –
I am aware – of Love –
And Dream’s wake –
Haunting – from Above.
There was a face –
From someone’s childhood –
Dear – somehow – erased –
Embrace Him – if I could.
There was a Stage –
Simulated Reality –
He was back of it – a cage –
Of Curtains – Immortality.
There was a Play –
Easter Morning –
I came in after Calvary –
Before the Angel’s greeting.
They led me back to Him –
He smiled at me –
And I ran to Him –
We were laughing.
He picked me up – so easily!
And swung me around –
As if I were a little girl –
This womanhood – unfound.
Then – I woke – smiling –
Banished from that blessed Sheol –
Remembering – singing – waiting…
For the Resurrection!”
V.S.N.
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March 13th, 2008
“A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.”
~Emily Dickinson