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picture:
Eyam, Derbyshire. (Plague village 1666)
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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,
remembrances
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’.
7 comments:
Thanks Keith - great story and great poetry.
Beautiful, Keith. Life is a series of precious moments. God is aware of them all. Lovely.
Once again you have drawn us into your melodic use of words.
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!
Wow, that was beautiful. "Time heals what medicine cannot divine"...mystery, that, but true.
You have such a way with words. I love the essence of this line... details plundered by raiding time
You have such a way with words! I love the essence of this phrase... details plundered by raiding time
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