Hospitality – RDP Friday
For Ada, who we laid to rest today after a wonderful life lived for others, a friend who was more a true mother to ours and other families who were ever welcome in her home.
No matter who came,
your door was always open,
nothing and no one was ever too difficult for you.
There was always a welcoming smile with a hug,
and a bottomless pot of tea,
a generous listening without solutions,
a love all embracing,
no judgement or guile lurked there.
You were stardust, magic, gift,
a welcoming warmth,
as mother to all,
you held us in your compassionate embrace,
while your life taught us unconditional love,
and gratitude for all that lives;
in you we have been truly blessed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Energetic – Word of the Day
The creek line along the outer wall of King’s Canyon.
Elegy For Mother
I stopped on the rise
where the trail opens to a valley,
and sat for a while admiring your view.
I took off my shoes and savoured your sand,
ran my hands down your powdery skin,
stretched my arms out in praise,
breathing you in,
taking you in memory,
Purified in your creeks,
fuelled by your self-offering,
I reflect this on your paper,
in my electronica chic,
mineral products so smooth.
All that you are is
all that I am,
and all that I have.
Yet, though I valliantly try,
I have left you
like a football I once kicked,
burst and rent.
Kyoto a faded vow,
my lust has consumed you
your energy spent
And more than admiration,
or the faithlessness of plattitudes,
you need a hand.