These words were not easy to write. None of us like to be the “kill joy” to others bliss. But as with Mother’s and Father’s Days, Christmas, New Year and so on, Valentine’s Day can be a day of pain for some whom we know. As with those other days, on Valentine’s Day, I’m reminded of the tristesse of those who are widowed, divorced, abused, single and feel isolated and alone. That brings me to the second reason why these words were hard to write. To write them means to see the faces and feel something of the pain of those whom I know and some whom, in my own way, I do actually love. So for them… for those you know…. and for others too… Who speaks?
It is sad to see destruction in our beautiful world. This biting verse uses imagery to grapple with how some people pillage their ‘conquered land’ and others, by the bombings and other attacks, create a ‘Hades’ or place of underworld and death. The final words seek a ray of hope.
April 2016 – Some friends and I spent some days in Istanbul Turkey as tourists cum pilgrims. We loved it. In recent days the sadness that has descended is crushing. The good and hospitable people of Istanbul could well do with our encouragement.
At this time of the year we often celebrate joyous things and events. At this stage of the year we often have time of rest and leisure. We have time to ponder and reflect. For some of us this is also a time tinged with sadness. We may have a new loss in our lives. We may remember losses from times past. We may still grieve as we remember. But we also know that the shoots of healing are springing up in the fertile soil of our lives.
Picture: Reflection and remembrance pool at St. Clement’s Galong, NSW.