Thursday, 19 November 2009


There is no stone to mark the site
At which Marina has been laid
And nowhere is her name displayed
Who went through darkness into light.

Perhaps a stone is barely fit
For one who scarcely lived at all,
Whose character evades recall
Because her death extinguished it.

Perhaps a stone would focus grief
For those who come to view the place
By giving a less vacant space
And thus accord them more relief.

But surely where her body lies
Heaven has pleasure to record
And at the coming of the Lord,
Transformed, Marina will arise.


  1. I have read your 5 Marina poems and I am deeply moved.
    I bow my head for the restrained way you analyze what has happened, but also give hope for a final reunion in heaven. The clean cut verses, their secure rhythm, reveal you must have written poems for a long, long time.
    I wouldn't be surprised if John Donne is one of your forefathers.
    From Felisol

  2. she WILL arise!
    what a blessed hope!....from terry

  3. Beautiful poem that heralds resurrection of the bodies at the Lord's second coming. Thanks for the post. God bless.


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