May 2018
R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis
~My father ~
The saguaro an altar
A tree stump a pew
He knelt in the garden
His church all that grew.
Cactus and succulent
Tenderly grown
Were all in his choir
For his ears alone.
From aisles of stone walkways
Stained glass in bright clouds
The sun was his mantle
The stars are his shroud
The lakes holy water
As a child he'd haunt
Skipping stones 'cross a pond
Like a Baptismal Font
Sat he 'neath the willows
To hear their prayer's sigh
The saguaro an altar
His Cathedral the sky.
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 5/31/2018
~My father ~
The saguaro an altar
A tree stump a pew
He knelt in the garden
His church all that grew.
Cactus and succulent
Tenderly grown
Were all in his choir
For his ears alone.
From aisles of stone walkways
Stained glass in bright clouds
The sun was his mantle
The stars are his shroud
The lakes holy water
As a child he'd haunt
Skipping stones 'cross a pond
Like a Baptismal Font
Sat he 'neath the willows
To hear their prayer's sigh
The saguaro an altar
His Cathedral the sky.
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 5/31/2018
Yesterday evening at approximately 9PM my father passed away. He was closest to God being out in, and working with, nature. He was a Master Gardener. A member of the Cactus & Succulent Society. I will write more about dad later on... Right now it's 5am and I've had no sleep. I'm going to try to rest. I'm handling the grief by writing... Remembering him fondly with words. Isn't that just like a poet...?
