Sometimes it is difficult to formulate my thoughts into some semblance of order. So I stare at the screen wondering what is next. And this time of year always brings forth a host of memories, as is natural I suppose.
I know all to well that nearly five years have rolled by since Magucha died but that indisputable fact doesn’t make it any easier to accept. And, while I know that I have written about this before I just cannot believe that with her death Magucha’s indefinable “spirit” that was evidenced by her courage, her utter fearlessness (I never saw her afraid of anything, not ever), her intelligence, her mischievous sense of humour, her innate sense of justice and, of course, her love, have just disappeared into nothing. That doesn’t make any sense to me.
Her presence is all around me. Or at least it pleases me to believe so.
Therefor as always when I feel the need to express the inexpressible I turn to poetry. I offer the following:-
Journey’s End
Knowe’st thou where that kingdom lies?
Take no lanthorn in thy hand.
Search not the unfathomed skies.
Journey not o’er sea and land.
Grope no more to east or west.
Heaven is locked within thy breast.
Splendours of the sun grow dim,
Stars are darkened by that light.
Thoughts that burn like seraphim
Throng thine inner world tonight.
Set thy heel on Death and find
Love, new-born, within thy mind.
In that kingdom folded lie
All that eyes believe they see;
All the hues of earth and sky,
Time, space, and eternity.
Seek no more in realms apart.
Heaven is folded in thy heart.
Alfred Noyes
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