Posted by Lena Borjeson on Wednesday 13 June 2001 at 07:56:25 :
Let Terpsichore play softly for you, me and all of us
while we are dancing towards God.
Memory is forever present
and the door is never closed:
you have a room in my house.
In the garden grows rosmarin, for remembrance
and the smell of the solitary rose has a most unusual colour.
All the goddesses are there:
The Goddess of Creativity, The Goddess of Caring, the Goddess of Visions for a new society, the Goddess of Patience and the Goddess holding hands, when the world gets too rough.
They are singing, an entirely new song,
about social inventions, with their hearts burning,
coming from nowhere, joyful and peaceful,
changing the world by their steps.
Memory is music - play it again!
The softer eastern wind till meet
the tougher western one, mingling
Caressing the new born child,
giving support for the world of tomorrow.
If there be sorrow, let it be
for love withheld, withdrawn.
Let Terpsichore play softly for you, me and all of us
while we are dancing towards God.
Love to the memory of Nicholas and to his family and friends.
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