Three years ago,

so the Facebook memory informs me,

I took an exhibition of art to be displayed….

three years, such a short time…

and yet it somehow holds all time

infinity, in three years,

and I am changed….

three years you walked the earth,

touching and healing,

changing lives, teaching a new way,

another way, showing us how to walk

the path with grace…

and we share your stories still….

three years ago, I loaded my car with art,

thought I knew where I fitted in,

had found a path to follow…

but now it seems undone,

and I have been undone,

scars I thought had healed

are newly opened….

three years, they feel like three hundred,

time is strange, but in three days,

you travelled from life to death, to life again,

utterly changed, yet unchanged,

the essence of you is still self-giving,

still healing,

still forgiving,

still grace filled…

three years, three days,

life is in you,

your life in me,

the art is still an expression of that…