The Poetry Of A Life
I live in three drops from Your face
your sweat
your tears
your blood
THE MIRROR
Christ behind changing light
Christ behind turning winds
Christ behind drifting clouds
Christ behind cold and heat
Christ behind rolling waves
Christ in all deep within me
mirrored in my face
The second is from Judith Hodgson, whose husband Tony so suddenly died earlier this year. Although it is couched in the non PC language of an earlier era, it speaks powerfully still:
Advent 2016
'That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children;
who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction.
who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem or a rescued soul;
who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it;
who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had.'
We can't all write poetry. We can all be God's poem.
Advent blessings to you. Ray.