Here's a super poem written at the UE Cobridge team's weekly gathering.
A selection of objects were scattered on the carpet and those present asked to select one and reflect on how it made them feel, or prompted their thinking.
Rosemary for remembrance
Stimulating senses, stirring synapses
As I hold your woody stem, I realise
the vast variety of memory I retain.
I also know the cycle of forgetting
has removed much from my ability to recall.
Still this enmeshed mass of memory
makes me ‘me’; holds my individuality.
The good, the bad, the joyous, the painful;
I would not willingly surrender even one of them.
But into your hands they go, my Lord,
with all I hold dear, all I have learned and all I am yet to know –
for my tomorrows are less than my yesterdays.
Nothing is lost in You and each now
moment of remembrance is blessed
and savoured in the sharp sensibility
evoked by a stem of rosemary.
Veriditas – the greening of memory rising.