GREEN GREEN

....our memories. It is a grace, isn't it: to be here, now, and to remember.

We are here, we are whole, we are well, and we are able to remember.

Grace to have some many memories to warm our hearts, even now, and wherever we may be.

Grace to be able to look back and see so clearly: the green of the grass, the musty smell of corridors, the sheen of leaves after a rain - and ourselves, in the odd uniforms of our youth, awkward, gangling, trusting, ambitious, dreaming, singing, young.

Grace to be able to see and understand
and appreciate the present - in light of
the past.