May 2014
Coming to us no more but in dreams
those who passed on going their ways
While we who love them stay behind
to face a lifetime of empty days
___________
In our dreams they cross the bridge
spanning breadth of time and space
There we meet again with them
to touch a well worn beloved face
__________
Called to by the voice of St Peter
they can only stay a short while
But nothing better for the soul
than to walk and talk a mile
__________
We the heirs of their precious dreams
go forth to face the human race
Being all they had hoped we would
sharing with them this living grace
_________
Skipping along meter by meter
we dance to life's endless tune
Singing and chanting around the fire
beneath the gaze of the Harvest Moon
__________
Passing the dreams of this generation
onto the next souls in our line
They carry with them our undying love
for a life sweet, gentle and divine
Tate
those who passed on going their ways
While we who love them stay behind
to face a lifetime of empty days
___________
In our dreams they cross the bridge
spanning breadth of time and space
There we meet again with them
to touch a well worn beloved face
__________
Called to by the voice of St Peter
they can only stay a short while
But nothing better for the soul
than to walk and talk a mile
__________
We the heirs of their precious dreams
go forth to face the human race
Being all they had hoped we would
sharing with them this living grace
_________
Skipping along meter by meter
we dance to life's endless tune
Singing and chanting around the fire
beneath the gaze of the Harvest Moon
__________
Passing the dreams of this generation
onto the next souls in our line
They carry with them our undying love
for a life sweet, gentle and divine
Tate
As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home. Kathy was the glue that holds to us all. She was the keeper of our stories and heritage.
