by annaswirls
Very lovely and sad ending to this, Anna. Best wishes to you and your poems.
If I ever read about love and trust between community and its leader there it is. The death is not only of the Minister's husband. Every one seems to have been left exposed, at least for a while, nestless if you will. All that remains is to hold together, exposed to our own mortality as we are.
You write in a way that allows us to think that we
can 'sing as if we believe
we do not live in vain.'