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Our Elaine McGillicuddy dedicates her book of poems, Sing to Me and I Will Hear You, to her recently departed and much beloved husband thus:
who knew how to
“surrender to Mystery”
Elaine, too, surrenders to the Mystery that unfolds when a poet stands naked at the intersection of specific personal experience and universal Love. She opens her grief at losing Francis to death and her joy at finding him embraced by eternal Life.
By now your spinal cancer pain
has chained you to your bed.
I floss your teeth;
I help you pee.
And what do you say to me?
“O what a wonderful moment this is!
My beloved’s here with me.
You look good, you feel good,
and you are so good to me.”
O Francis dear - What sweetness!
What love and brave acceptance!
You’re forever seared upon my soul.
What a gift! I am simultaneously humbled and inspired in the face of such love. With her poem:
Pain’s sharp edge
cuts through appearance
Heart’s remembering sharpens
sense to touch
new, you, now, any when.
Elaine reveals that I, too, can experience transcendence if I will only surrender to the immediacy of my emotions so deeply that I have only to dive in. The intimacy is astounding; the immediacy is breathtaking.
It is when we thus surrender that the poetry we co-create with the Universe washes through us unbidden, healing reader and writer alike:
By the Cartographer
Offering to show me
--like bells ringing out
my truth, resounding
through the clouds and darkness, guide
Thank you, Elaine.
(By Merry--even though this came through under Burl's attavar.)
Edited by Burl Hall on Jun 23, 2012 8:22 AM