Missing My Mother

Sacrament of Grace

(Your days have disappeared silently and forever...

There is a place where our vanished days secretly gather. 

The name of that place is memory.

John O'Donohue, Anam Cara)

They've bloomed again, 

and once more I'm taking back 

to the sweetness of her life.

Your days have disappeared 

silently and forever.

There is a place where our vanished days

secretly gather.

The name of that place

is memory. 

It's amazing how quickly and how poignantly words and images can conjur up the face of a loved one and spring like arrows to our hearts. I miss my mother this morning. She was a sacrament of grace to me.