Friday, 14 November 2008

FOR SORROW WITH LOVE



The water ripples
The oar makes no more than a gentle swoosh
The evening sun, sinks below the tree line.
The friends travel together
Their minds and oars in harmony
No need for words,they've been said
A connection of souls and hearts

The heron swoops low in the sky
He settles to watch in a nearby tree
The deer, peep from behind the bushes
to get their evening drink
The beaver travels across their path
in his determined journey home for the night.

The wind rustles in the trees
The sky darkens with rain
The first drops fall
on their upturned faces
Catching the precious drops in their mouths
The laughter ringing out across the water.

The thunder rumbles in the distance
they need to get back home.
To sit on the porch and let the storm rage.
And all of this is done to entertain,
the guest from the other side of the world.

A visit unknown by both
A connection made that will not be broken
As their lives entwine in the words they use.
An invisible thread across the sea,
That binds one to the other



Sorrow (Walking the labyrinth)is organising a circle of care this Christmas with her children.
She is without doubt one of the most generous people I have ever had the privilege to meet. So I wanted to give something to her. And in putting it up everyone can celebrate what a fantastic person she is, cause if I just sent this to her, she'd come over all modest!!!

13 comments:

Lori ann said...

That is just beautiful Fire Byrd. What a lovely thing you've done.Who is Sorrow? is there anything we can do to help?
xx lori

Fire Byrd said...

Lori, you'll have to check out her blog.... Walking the labyrinth of life.
I met her earlier this summer when I drove down from my friends in Philly for 7 hours to stay with her. We met blogging
xx

nitebyrd said...

She most definitely is a beautiful human being in addition to being incredibly talented.

Byrd, this is a worthy tribute.

Vi said...

What a lovely tribute! I really need to get around to reading sorrow!

Walker said...

Beautifully written from the heart

Mei Del said...

what a dear friend you are x

Sorrow said...

yeah
I AM GONNA GET ALL MODEST..
GEEZ...
what are you doing to me?
my heads gonna get so big the kids are going to take turns putting pins in it to see if they can get me out the door!
geez...
This so sweet..
and i thank you so much.
Not only for being there for me, for being a truly wonderful friend, but for helping the kids and i spread love this holiday season...
SHE"S GIVING AWAY STUFF TOO!!!!
from my heart to yours...
I love you.

Rae!xx said...

I am so lucky to have found such wonderful people here in blogland...xx

Mel said...

k....you two are making me all weepy......

((((((( Sorrow )))))))

(((((((( the byrdie ))))))))

I'm graced to have you both in my life.

Julie (VV) said...

Lovely poem, FB!

Casdok said...

Beautiful and so very touching.

anya said...

What a moving and beautiful poem, fire byrd. I will go over to read Sorrows blog and see what you are talking about for the Christmas. It sounds like a thing Katy and I might do ourselves.

Oh, and I so enjoyed the tour of your area.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

What a beautiful tribute, FireByrd!