Saturday, 13 March 2010

Mothers day

Just finished writing the sermon for tomorrow. Flowers have envelope which says do not open till Sunday but I still find Mothering Sunday hard. I usually manage not to cry whilst I'm preaching but it is often a massive effort. My daughter Roz is still with me and I suppose always will be. Rest in peace my love.
Last verse of a poem by Judith Wright about giving birth.
I wither and you break from me
Yet though you dance in living light
I am the earth, I am the root
I am the stem that fed the fruit
The link that joins you to the night.
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