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August 23, 2012 Chris McDonnell, UK
Written for a friend leaving after only two years in the ministry of a parish
Too short a time
There is a fruitful space between Seasons
following the Flowering and before the Fall,
the lengthening of April days and their shortening
the slate grey skies of late October.
In this constant cycle from one time to another
we live our fragile lives, go about our business;
at times hurrying, rushed and over-worked,
at others, resting after food with friends, emotions
in the late evening warmth of wine.
So the year passes
with words and laughter, songs and tears.
An open hand is shared in passing,
a warm hug of greeting
and the soft kiss of affection
where appreciation of each other
stronger than the spoken word.
.....At other times, we told the story
and listened beyond hearing,
being there was enough, as coffee cooled,
we slipped into respectful silence.....
All too short a time,
hastily concluded by changed circumstances
August then to August coming.
Now the need for re-adjustment
as once more the Christ of the desert
each another question.