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Pt I: The Pilgrims
1991

he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down right where he stood
and every day with time to pass
he’d walk and find his secret seat
surrounded by the marram grass
divorced from life’s hard grind and heat
and there he’d sit and watch the sky
feeling the calm he craved back then
 - the only place that saw him cry
before he walked his path again.


2021
 
they picked the path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
despite their health and age as well
they struggled on as best they could 
now thirty years had come to pass 
walking the route to see the seat
surrounded by the marram grass
where they sat silent in the heat
then just before they headed back
with one last look their will was done
they touched the seat's small weathered plaque:
"in memory of our loving son".


Pt II: Gethsemane
1991

the flood that drowned his will no less
were the tears that he had cried
while trekking through the wilderness
and the storm that raged inside
yet when the sky lit up right there
it ‘spoke’ to him at length
 - the rainbow brought a purer air
and the clouds some inner strength
then in the cooling midday heat
feeling calmer than before
he stood up from his secret seat
to walk his path once more.


Pt III: Evensong
2021

a photograph that takes pride of place

"we tried to help and always prayed"


in uniform with a pre-war face

"he turned to friends but felt betrayed"


some polaroids of a young child’s smile

"the three of us when we held hands"


all neatly kept in a grey box file

"he loved to play along those sands"


a secret seat and a place of peace

"discharged, divorced - and yet still strong"


sunsets, psalms and pain release

"this parents' path is hard and long."
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