Offering: On the death of my dog Candy
Posted September 12, 2010on:
(this is another of my mothers poems which she wrote as a teen)
The thunders clap beneath the inky sky.
The winds howl in harmony with the jackals.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges leap high and higher.
The silvery waves slap the sandy shores.
This is the night –
the night which is destined to be.
Far across the drenched green fields
in the land of no lights
droops the snuffed candle grey and cold.
The flame that shone has gone out
sinking low every minute
flickering, fighting for breath
-till it met the wick
and then like the dying dolphin-
a glistenng hue-
a bright display of crackling spray.
And then darkness-Darkness which meets the eternities.
But nay-this is not the end.
Nay-all remains.What does not, was not anything.
The dust now is a part of dust.
But dust is mortal.
The divine in him has returned to the divine.
What was sent has been taken away.
Nay-called back to where it belongs