Mo (A Eulogy for Mo Lloyd 1929-2006)

Our view could not ever see

The splendour your eyes fell on Lord

As she walked through the doorway

Into that far pavilion of light

We are the wrong side of that door

Where you stand and knock.

We see only in a glass, a reflection

Momentary glimpses of light

As garments once heavy with failing mortality

Become shining white like the morning sun.

Your daughter has come away,

A fair one, following your call.

Your creation has emerged from the chrysalis

And stands bathing in Your Glory.

Allowing its light to give her flight,

She skips and dances to your side

Leaving a husk behind for us to see

Like a planted seed sheds its outer form.

And what a planting this has been

Good soil, deep dark earth

So now your growth is heavenly

No longer hindered, but mature, complete.

Certain there are tears that fall and will fall

But like the latter rains they are a sign

That there has been a Father’s blessing here

And a promise of still more to come.