Dear Michael, a friends 24yrold son has just died - she is so distraught - death is so perplexing to find any meaning for it or understanding - his name is Andrew - please take him under your wing and keep him safe.
Out of this, I wrote a poem not of death but of living:
“Trying to find myself - but I'm already here.
Life has a mind of its own;
Taking us on its Merry Way with twists ... turns - Ectasy and Despair.......
Fate has its way.
Hearts beating strong carry us on.
Morpheus guards our Sleep and Dreams.
Black Knight protects in the palms of Doves.
Be, be Who you are here to be.
No-one else will do!
Time is Fleeting;
Do not let it pass.
Knock the chains that bind off.
Fear has no resting place here.
Never forget Care.
You'll be.
Michael I visited your memorial site last week- such a beautiful peaceful place - it always makes me feel better when I go there - wish you were here. But look after dear Andrew.
Bye Mate Christine X
Out of this, I wrote a poem not of death but of living:
“Trying to find myself - but I'm already here.
Life has a mind of its own;
Taking us on its Merry Way with twists ... turns - Ectasy and Despair.......
Fate has its way.
Hearts beating strong carry us on.
Morpheus guards our Sleep and Dreams.
Black Knight protects in the palms of Doves.
Be, be Who you are here to be.
No-one else will do!
Time is Fleeting;
Do not let it pass.
Knock the chains that bind off.
Fear has no resting place here.
Never forget Care.
You'll be.
Michael I visited your memorial site last week- such a beautiful peaceful place - it always makes me feel better when I go there - wish you were here. But look after dear Andrew.
Bye Mate Christine X