Remembering Rosemary: a Memoir
Glistening
Gleaming
Sharp jewel of friendship.
Wry
Self-deprecating
Wit
Wisdom
Learning.
Opening Gateways
To the Pilgrimages of our Heart.
In The Land of The Holy One,
On the shore of the Sea of Galilee,
No historian
Theologian or
Archaeologist
Stands between us and
Jesus of Nazareth.
Far away,
In a foreign land,
We meet, and learn to welcome, ourselves.
Naked humanity.
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time"[i].
Laughter.
Bright eyes glinting.
Honoured Guest at our table.
Clinking wine glasses.
The Dictionary
Teaches us that to Dismember
Is the opposite of Remembering.
We Dismember with force.
In Remembering we are remade.
"Jesus, remember me, when you come into
your kingdom"[ii]
We hold
Rosemary dismembered.
Opening for us the Gates of our Pilgrimage.
Remember us Rosemary.
Setting before us,
In fine elegant English Hallmarked Silver,
An example of a life well lived.
"And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well...
And the fire and the rose are one"[iii].
Rosemary dined at the feet of Elijah’s Angel[iv]
Well fed are all the deep warm hungry holes of her heart.
Rosemary Nutt
1963 - 2022
Director
McCabe Pilgrimages
Copyright
© Lottie E. Allen
The First Sunday of Lent
6 March
In the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty-Two
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