…every day it comes closer
Am away right now with a computer virus. Will return when I am able
May God Bless you in the coming year, and guide you through any stormy waters…
‘Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who has promised is faithful… Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen…’
painting by Ivan Aivazovsky
A haibun on change and transitions for Dverse poets…
It was a gypsy life in the Air Force – home was always wherever we hung our hats. We got used to hanging new curtains, digging new gardens, meeting new neighbours, and the children survived a succession of schools and friendships. They grew up and left home, and still we travelled on, just on our own this time.
Then for a while we put down roots in a wild and lovely place, built a barn, built a life and a church. So many good friends, none of them rich or even very famous, all of them special. The gifted years, treasure beyond treasure stored up as memories. Until we got older, and the children were too far away, and the distances too great.
This time the wrench of leaving was something we felt, like a tree being pulled from good earth. Pieces of our hearts left behind among the mountains and sea-spray. A different transition.
you and I
always moving on