In Memorial

In memory of my childhood Westie Tim and some other friends in years past.

In memory of my beautiful little Raven.

“Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,

Dreaming in the joys of night;

Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.”

William Blake

Sorrow is a gift

Sorrow is a clanging call to mortality

It is a perspective shaker held in uncertain hands

The chaff of irrelevancy rises and is blown to the wind

Leaving behind hard kernels of truth

Those who remain wait with understanding

Watching as the bitter pain of loss is wrought

From the fine tapestry of hopes and dreams

By the comfort of gone ahead not gone

Tarry not in the valley of sorrow

Or make refuge in regret

This day, this moment is the clarion call

To meaningfully live in the present

For those who gently remain

Tenderly balanced in the palm

Glistening with new wonder

Washed afresh by tears

Diane Haskell October 7, 2009

On the passing of her dog Raven