A Poem for Tuesday
Last evening I had a visit, face-to-face, with my sister Sheila May and we spoke of all sorts of good things, remembered good times and parted this morning happy to have been together. She reminded me of the movie, Paradise Road, and I found this poem in my files that came from said movie. So I dedicate this post to all good women like Sheila May, strong and forward thinking.
How silent is this place.
The brilliant sunshine filters through the trees;
The leaves are rustled by a gentle breeze;
The wild and open space by shrubs,
Pink-tipped, mauve-blossomed is o’er grown.
A hush enfolds me,
Deep as I have known, unbroken
Save the distant insects drone.
A jungle clearing,
A track through which we bear
Our load to Him.
It is our Paradise Road.
How silent is this place.
How sacred is this place.
How silent is this place.
The brilliant sunshine filters through the trees;
The leaves are rustled by a gentle breeze;
The wild and open space by shrubs,
Pink-tipped, mauve-blossomed is o’er grown.
A hush enfolds me,
Deep as I have known, unbroken
Save the distant insects drone.
A jungle clearing,
A track through which we bear
Our load to Him.
It is our Paradise Road.
How silent is this place.
How sacred is this place.
One of my fondest memories of Sheila comes from CUC. I was there two years before Shirley came... and so was Sheila. When I first saw Shirley in grade eleven I decided that if she was anything like her older sister I wanted her. And the rest is now history! That was the best decision I ever made.
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