Lord by your mercy
let me be her work.
Bring me to completion
as she would have wished …
throu her grace, a feather
on the breath of god,
yet held by gravity,
let me be spirit on earth.
May I know what you want
by what she inspires.
May my life express
the suddenness of joy.
Time for a new timetable,
created not by logic
but by feeling - a clock
whose hands are moved by love.
The morning after my Mother's funeral: : 06/06/2007
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