My husband asked me today what I thought the word Lement means. Lament to me is more than sadness,, more than loss, more than pain, more that emptiness, for it has a power and and a sense of truth and rightness, of love at the fire if it’s expression. All mingle together in a powerful way to enable an outpouring of feeling that encompasses the greatness of all of these. It may feel unquenchabke, yet it is a necessary part of honouring those we gave loved and lost to death, whose lives no longer bless our world, yet whose spirits live on in so many echoes from the past.
Dwelling on the death of several friends who have died recently and in particular one who we loved especially dear, lament seems a fitting word to describe the words that wrote for her passing:.
Your pain, is my pain, is our pain
Your suffering, is my suffering, is our suffering Your grief, is my grief, is our grief Your loss is forever my loss, is forever our loss. Our tears will flow
Till the oceans are full and still they will weep.
This is the amount of honour due to you
To recognise all that you were,
all that you have been,
all that you will ever be to us.
Our tears cannot be assuaged
Your loveliness still echoes here.
Your love remains
And burns in our hearts,
Forever more than a memory.
