"He showed me something small, no bigger than a hazelnut,...
I thought: What can this be? I was amazed that it could last,...I thought because of its littleness, it would suddenly have fallen into nothing. ,...
It lasts and always will, because God loves it; and thus everything has being through the love of God."
Julian of Norwich
Saturday, 23 August 2014
A Handful of Daisies
In the still of the late afternoon I am alone in the garden,
planting up bowls of vulgarly cheerful winter pansies,
and simply enjoying having my fingers in the earth,
my thoughts free to roam and alight where they will.
I move on to dead head the mauve daisies,
a generous gift from somebody I hardy knew.
The seasons have grown strange so
like everything else in the garden they are moving too swiftly into autumn.
A full month too soon
they curl their petals in death.
I look down at the tangle lying in the palm of my hand
and remember all the places where the still earth is disturbed by unbearable anguish.