MEDIUM RARE
Why do we need two holy days to remember our dearly departed? One day for All Saints not being enough, we have All Souls Day 24 hours later.
Or is Nov. 2 meant to be a catch-up, as in a day for the late So and So. . .
At any rate, let me share some beautiful lines, one an anonymous poem found in the belongings of a dead British soldier (this was during the war), and passages from two poems by W.H. Auden and Alfred Tennyson.
I am not there (Anon)
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
When you waken in the morning’s hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there: I did not die.
from Stop the Clocks by W.H. Auden
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can come to any good.
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from In Memoriam by Alfred Tennyson
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.
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The beauty of poetry is that you can say so much with so little, so few words to communicate a wealth of thought and feelings.
Once in a while, such as on a day when our memories are laden with heart-felt emotions, remembering is good for the body and soul.