Today is bright and still with winter sunshine,
that lights up the wings of tiny insects flying around me.
Occasionally the sound of happy voices in the neighbourhood
and the wild laughter of the kookaburra chorus
breaks through the profound silence of the forest.
Under the apple tree rests a young kangaroo and her joey,
Her bright look is peaceful when she sees me,
Nearby my cat preens his silken coat in a nest of leaves in the sun
And in the leaves of trees, for an instance,
I catch a glimpse of the sacred face of the Lord of Love.
Words float up in the night Et lux pepetua eis …
is that Elgar?
The sublime high notes
Dissolve the ceiling
what has died Is merely the suffering
that dissolves into warm love
I remember …
Frances Guerin is a ceramicist and painter, and former counsellor. She lives on Dja Dja Wurrung country, where she senses the presence of the past elders in the ancient trees and the rocks, and she acknowledges the present and emerging custodians of the land.