Sunday, November 18, 2012


picture: Eyam, Derbyshire. (Plague village 1666)
use this link for: explanation of the story

The centuries that built this landscape
carry the trails of forebear’s toil
when plague’s rampant hand
cut deep in lovers hearts.
Each return walk in this wonderland
stirs memories of distant days;
footprints faded, sunlight shaded,
details plundered by raiding time.
Yet, here the smile of the sun
restores, like heirlooms,
and paths where lovers strolled
are wandered again hand in hand.
Whilst pestilence, held within the bars of history,
cannot reach its imprisoned hand to interfere.

Time heals what medicine cannot divine,
‘And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never’.
 This is part of the November blog chain of writing on the theme 'heirloom' by members of  Please see the full list of those involved (in the right hand column) and visit a few of the others.


Bill Jones said...

Thanks Keith - great story and great poetry.

From Carols Quill said...

Beautiful, Keith. Life is a series of precious moments. God is aware of them all. Lovely.

Tracy Krauss said...

Once again you have drawn us into your melodic use of words.

Anonymous said...

I love the hopefulness here, the unfailing goodness of God and how one place can be both sad and beautiful at the same time. Thanks for sharing!

KeriMae said...

Wow, that was beautiful. "Time heals what medicine cannot divine"...mystery, that, but true.

Christine Henderson said...

You have such a way with words. I love the essence of this line... details plundered by raiding time

Christine Henderson said...

You have such a way with words! I love the essence of this phrase... details plundered by raiding time