Heather Jephcott writes

NOT FOR SALE

A sign needs to be put up

not sure which one would do

perhaps

"learn to fish and to recognise fish

before beginning"

would be good.

Perhaps you will think it funny

but

it happens frequently

fellows come online

thinking

that I must be swimming

around in this giant ocean

hoping, praying

that

I'm there to be caught.

I don't think it's really funny

these fellows going fishing

with less than themselves

no weight do they carry

except for similar stories

but they put out their lines

trying to fish

for beauty

more than anything.

I think it is funny

that they forget which fish can be caught and eaten

but

they don't take much notice of such things at all,

they still try to catch

whatever they can

with as little trouble and skill

as possible.

I'm not sure

if its funny or not

but these fellows are so similar

and are here

in a space, an ocean,

designed for other things.

Heather Jephcott writes

This One Is The One

This one is the one,
the one,
the exclusive one.
It is simply he,
uniquely him.

This one is the one
whose name is higher,
more beautiful, more wonderful,
above all others,
full of loveliness, splendor
and pure
as the cleanest snow of winter.

This one is the one
who pre-existed
before he was born.
Now that is a surprise!
The most high
born a man.

This one is the one
who is the beginning
and the end,
who created time
into which he came.

This one is the one,
the one,
the exclusive one.
It is simply he,
uniquely him.

Alpha & Omega -- Arthur Lidov

Heather Jephcott writes

My Rose (2)   

I remember her with tears in my eyes
because she left a big hole in my heart and life
no one ever cared for me like she did
no one totally human, that is.

I remember the last time I saw her standing

waving goodbye to us.
We had hugged just before,
a beautiful soft, cuddly hug.
I didn't know it then, but I did ask the question,
"What would it be like if that was the last time I saw her
standing waving goodbye?"

I remember now that it was the last time.

She was standing among her flowers
beautiful but with a quiet loneliness
surrounding her.
I lost her so quickly.
She had not wanted to go but was prepared.
I sang to her when she was flat on her back
unable to move,
the days before we knew there was no hope, no waking.

I remember her

with tears, with smiles
 
still with a hole in my heart

no one will ever be able
to fill this hole the way she did.
I can accept that
and be grateful
for having had such a wonderful mum.

Our Walk -- Claudia Tremblay