The words of an old song
Ring out
And strikes a cord
That bends time and
Stirs memory.
Words that recall
Sincere devotion,
Hopeful living,
Laughter and conversations,
Joy at togetherness,
With cake, coffee and evening advocaat,
Of gentle voices weaving sweet harmony.
The sunshine and soup, and freshly-picked raspberries,
And the crisp window capturing snow-capped mountains,
Are a backdrop for remembering harder times.
The words gather round
Holy texts
Treasured,
A reverence that ripples out
Into family, work and daily living.
The song rings forth
And goes deep,
The time that was
Has visited blessing.
What's to show for it?
There's the echo within -
A witness to the raspberries
And the reverence.
Here, in a tune-filled moment:
Words and notes
Voice and breath
Love and promise
Time and eternity
Deep within and beyond comprehension.
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Beautiful Cathy.
There is treasure remembering the lineage of faith. Those who went before us and sang and prayed and ate together. Woven as you say.