As I am dealing with some big life changes, my emotions are also closer to the surface as they have been every October since 2009. That was the year I lost my sister. I'm thinking of her a lot lately. I know she would be here for me right now, to support me and lend a helping hand when my life becomes overwhelming. I wrote this poem for my Mum in the winter of 2010. I hope she doesn't mind me posting it here.
I love you Cynthia
The Key
I stand before a
garden gate
Set in a wall of gold
and pearl.
Priceless treasures
within await-
Their fragrance fills
the air.
I bask in the glow of
golden blooms,
The sunshine
streaming down.
I breathe in the
flowers’ sweet perfume,
Drink in an eternal
dawn.
Yet this beauty pales
beside the lure
Of my loved ones
living inside-
Their spirits golden,
light and pure,
Their faces joyous
and bright.
I’ve longed for them
since they left
To dwell in this
glorious garden.
Yet I know these
walls are a refuge, a cleft,
Untouched by pain and
death.
With a heavy heart, a
tear on my face,
I turn away from
those gilded walls.
Yet I know I’ll return
to this place
One day when I hear
His call.
And in my hand I’ll
hold the key
That will open up the
door.
They will be there to
welcome me
To this ever-blooming
garden.
And in His gentle
face I’ll see
Love and an end to
strife
For He is the giver
of the key
That opens the garden
of life.
