In memoriam

From the edge of the cliff we see no horizon.
Earth, air, water merge, solid state
dissolves, breath condenses, dessicates;
we lick salt out of the sky.

I drive him to the airport.
Lumbering hulls filled with gear
and stuff; jet fuel, too fast, too high,
caught in time, never soon enough.

Once upon a time, fear of falling
over the edge kept us close to home.
Now we are unafraid even to fly,
although still to die.

We want too much. We want
to reach beyond the fall,
to find solid ground beneath us, the days
when earth bleeds into heaven

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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