Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Plankey Plains Holy Ghost Ukrainian Catholic Cemetery Manitoba The Crosses

The Crosses
Hear the leaves of the trees softly rustle
A background chorus for the solos of the birds.
The captives of the earth listen in hushed silence
As the symphonies of seasons pass by.

I stand among my ancestors and they come to greet me.
The souls who toiled so willingly in life, enduring hardship,
Now rest in wait for the coming day when I shall join them too.
I feel their love and peace permeate my innermost self.

We have this common bond, you see.
For I have the life I do because they gave it to me.
Their toil has given me freedom.
Their hardship has given me strength.

And I remember …
I see Great Grandma standing amidst the tall, undulating grass.
Unashamed, tears drop to the ground beneath.
Quietly she moves among the white painted crosses
Giving a gentle, caressing touch to the ones she loves.

I see Grandmother and Granddaughter look one last time at each other
Imprinting within their minds and hearts
What will have to last until each sees the other again,
Always longing never to be apart.

Now I look within so that I too may imprint in my heart
The visible and unvisible that I see until my return.
For though I stand among the crosses,
What is in my sight
…Are my beloved.

© Mary Katherine May. June 12, 2006

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