And fling me to the Sun
Remember all the other Lives
That have only just begun.
Oh Love, do not destroy me
Or leave my Heart to Hate
May all the world be beautiful
And in a perfect state.
And all my myriad particles
Float upward to the Sun
And though each one is separate
Myself is with each one.
Yes Love, my mind is shattered
But now I can be strong
For more of me can reach you now
Oh Love do not take long
To nurture me and make me whole.
To fill me with new Life.
To Love again, to welcome rain
To hear the Faery fife.
Bring back that inner sanctuary,
Bring back that inner calm,
Piece back my broken Spirit
With Oil of Life embalm.
I found this poem in a box of "precious things" that Mum kept. I'm not sure when it was written but if I had to guess, it was in Mildura, probably just after her miscarriage (1988). I think this because a letter from the Sheltons was with the poem, expressing their regret over the miscarriage.
I think this poem speaks volumes in ways that Mum would not have even considered. It is almost prophetic considering the immense tragedy that my immediate and extended family have experienced since this time. I read so much grief into the stanzas that I can relate to on so many different levels.
How does this poem speak to you?
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