Wandering spirit, traveller from the East and Gallic lands,
Coming to share my grief, the loss of one so dear
To both of us.
One, part of both our lives, a memory strong
Who dominates my thoughts,
Who made me what I am.
I see in you familiar glimpses: hand, thoughtful, gentle air.
Loving his children, taking delight in each development of body and of mind.
What draws us close? Is it memories alone?
You stir my feelings, fill an emptiness within my soul.
(Is there a void in yours as well?)
My God fills mine in ways so hard to comprehend
And still He knows my needs –
I trust him for the future.
The now-ness is but temporary, part of faith.
I’d love to share that with you, but some hurt
Has shut your mind to Him a little.
My love, like His, is offered for the taking
Demanding nothing of you, but accepting what you have to offer.
You search for something, perhaps not even knowing what.
I pray your search may end in joy, peace, love.
14th April 1983