Jun 2014
What man fears not mortality
who stands in line to die
To lose the breath we hold so dear
yet for ourselves we cry
The strength of a mighty army
echo's from the boroughs
Combining humanities heart
with love from where it flows
________
The quiet heart of the lonely
begs us all take a chair
Come sit at the table of man
break bread with all found there
She fed the souls each evening
round fires of brotherhood
Bringing like and not together
as each one knew she would
________
Where my own is but a lamplight
Illuminating one
Hers the love of a Mothers Heart
burned brilliant as the sun
So precious was the time we shared
for whom would you then cry
So sweet the nectar love conceals
don't let life pass you by
Tate
For my Aunt Kathy who passed away a week ago
The original with pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/532361/
who stands in line to die
To lose the breath we hold so dear
yet for ourselves we cry
The strength of a mighty army
echo's from the boroughs
Combining humanities heart
with love from where it flows
________
The quiet heart of the lonely
begs us all take a chair
Come sit at the table of man
break bread with all found there
She fed the souls each evening
round fires of brotherhood
Bringing like and not together
as each one knew she would
________
Where my own is but a lamplight
Illuminating one
Hers the love of a Mothers Heart
burned brilliant as the sun
So precious was the time we shared
for whom would you then cry
So sweet the nectar love conceals
don't let life pass you by
Tate
For my Aunt Kathy who passed away a week ago
The original with pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/532361/
Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows? Kathy died Monday May 19th at 3 am. She was the soul, both part and parcel of our clan. 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.
