A year on

Today we’re remembering that it’s a year since we said goodbye to husbandface’s Mum, Geraldine Cunningham.  Strange times considering all that has happened since. One of husbandface’s colleagues commented that we’ve gone through the full circle of life in a year.

All I want to say I wrote last year when I wrote this in tribute to her.

The excellent Jason also did this drawing

And so today we lean on those everlasting arms knowing that those who mourn will be comforted.

This seems as good a time as any to listen to the words of ‘O love that will not let me go’. We rest our weary souls in him and look for the rainbow through the rain.

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

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One Response to A year on

  1. The Brother says:

    In all our thoughts today. Spent the day at a 12th century castle and amused myself by how much she’d have liked the carvings, the panels in the chapel and how deeply she’d have thrown herself into the differnet culture.

    Never told you how special your post from last year was and what a powerful homage it was to her.

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