With frail and trembling hands..
Leaning lightly on the last pew
In he slanting yellow light
from the stained glass window
In the fading light of the chapel ;.
She is at the last Station of the Cross.
Her mind lke the frail beads tumbling form her fingers
falls in the cocoons of the ageing honeycomed structure of her mind.
Each cell falling in upon one another ,
Like the rosary beads beads counting the prayers
Its so hard to remember -
Thye once vivid memories are falling in on one another in confusion;
Like cinders in a fire , crusting , falling in upon themselves ,
and glow to their final extinction
As each decade goes from mystery to glory ,,
she thinks of the decades of her life
When she cycled from Kilconnell to Galway
During the war
To the Dress Dance with her lover ;
38 miles - each mile of love and lonliness
Rewarded by him m,eeting her in the Square.
He was on leave from the War in the Western Desert
They dance the joyous night away
Defying the raging war across the sea ;
Swore they'd marry when iits ghastly horror had passed the shores of
A europe paralysed on the precpice of defeat.
She cycled home again the following day
And each of the 38 miles brought a groowing yearning in her heart;
To rejoin Montgommery ..
The beads tumble in the silent church..
One by one a memory..
And all the others ... the decades - where did they go ..
But there were more mysteries ;
She thinks .. or were there.?
She genuflects , and sits awhile watching the tabernacle .
And convinces herself once more that God is there.
In the thurable - now locked .
But the sanctuary light still flickers
And so the host is in the tabernacle.
And God is very near.
She goes out into the awaiting darkness ;
Leaving the fading incense of the chapel ;
She goes out into the October night .
Sees the smoke rise languidly from the huddled chimneys along the lane
billowing and drifting in the twylight .
No need to light the fire tonight
The single bar of the electric heater will suffice,
Unti they come and say goodnight to mother and nanna
And maybe tomorrow God will answer her plea ;
To bring me home to Him
.And to Jimmy
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