Skip to main content

Have You Met?

I often note 2 things when conducting funerals. First, that every person present will be mourning a slightly different person, because everyone relates to others in a unique way, and second, that as we get older the loss of one person will inevitably raise memories of other losses, so it is rarely one person we are mourning.
The shocking news of the death of a good friend raised both issues with me. So this is dedicated to two friends that I, and others, will continue to miss while we walk this earth, and to others who are mourning them, many much more deeply than me, because they were closer to them both.

Have you met? Maybe not,
Because despite the fact that
You shared so much in common,
Interests, education, denomination,
Me,
Your orbits were asynchronous,
If not eccentric,
And you belonged to a broad kirk
Within which, it might be said
You marked the apse ends.

But now that eternity
Gives you time, freed from 
the tyranny of hours and minutes,
Part of an even broader, wider,
Higher kirk, I hope
You meet,
And find in each other
What I, and many,
Saw in you both:

Two fine minds 
That appreciated the intricacies 
Of ancient sacred texts, 
Of plays and poetry, but
Who imitated your shared teacher
In turning word into 
Living, breathing, laughing, loving,
Flesh and blood;
Two big hearts,
that sadly, finally
Failed you here.
Do those restored hearts
Still ache for the sorrow
Of those left behind
If only momentarily?
Or is all sorrow, mourning
And pain now past?
Let me know when we meet
As I hope we will...

Shalom

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

LentArt: Washing the Disciples' Feet

Today's #LentArt post is "The washing of the disciples' feet" by Ghislaine Howard, another piece from the wonderful Methodist Modern Art Collection. It has clearly struck a chord with a number of people, and I am delighted that tonight's guest blog is by my friend and fellow 4 Corners Director, Father Martin Magill, who, he will be embarrassed to have me say, is for me the epitome of a servant leader. Indeed it was interesting to have a friend and artist respond to my earlier post saying that this time last year she remembers having her feet washed by Martin... How much has changed in a year: This painting (completed in 2004) was inspired by these words from the gospel of John in today's lectionary:  Jesus knew that the Father had delivered all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was returning to God. So He got up from the supper, laid aside His outer garments, and wrapped a towel around His waist. After that, He poured water ...

Living under the Empire... (2) Where is Babylon?

We were driving back from school last week, talking about books that we had been reading and my younger son, Ciaran, asked me "Where is Babylon?" I have to confess that my history is better than my geography, and I said that it no longer exists as an inhabited city, but its ruins were to the north west of the current capital of Iraq, Baghdad. When I checked however, I discovered that it is actually about 50 miles south of Baghdad and the modern town is the administrative centre of the province of Babil... But just as the modern city is but a shadow of the historic capital of 2 ancient empires, first under Hammurabi in the 18th century BCE and then the "Neo-Babylonian" empire (under Nebuchadnezzar etc) in the 6th century BCE, so the earthly Babylonian empire/s was/were fleeting in comparison to the enduring metaphorical idea of Babylon. The original Empire under Hammurabi was probably the ultimate origin of some of the early Biblical stories, including the ...

A Woman of no Distinction

Don't often post other people's stuff here... But I found this so powerful that I thought I should. It's a performance poem based on John 4: 4-30, and I have attached the original YouTube video below. A word for women, and men, everywhere... "to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known." I am a woman of no distinction of little importance. I am a women of no reputation save that which is bad. You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances, Though you don’t really take the time to look at me, Or even get to know me. For to be known is to be loved, And to be loved is to be known. Otherwise what’s the point in doing either one of them in the first place? I WANT TO BE KNOWN. I want someone to look at my face And not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth and two ears; But to see all that I am, and could be all my hopes, loves and fears. But that’s too much to hope for, to wish for, or pray for So I don’t, not anymore. Now I keep to myself And by that ...