Joann

Joann

Dying -- but forever alive!

Cushioned by your husband Pete

And your Haven family

You finished the box

And stuffed yourself inside: closed the lid.

Early on, you must have decided that was the safest way.

I hear you call as I peck out these words.

How challenging for me to tap into the Haven stream

where  all swim naked; the mind freshly skinned and alert

despite life's challenging behavior. We often saw the love of God more

clearly through tears then in the sunlight.

Several times we were together on Haven¹s  "baptismal team".

How difficult to capture early thoughts and feelings

before the censor gets out his eraser.

My brain is starved.

I want to rattle around the property with wonderful memories of you.

To ignore the flow of life,

To fail to learn your truths and be free

would be my peril.

God Bless You Joann

You stretched your arms in life and helped us do the same

With your unspoken prayer you nudged us

Out of self

A sudden gift.

You are uplifted and alive

like Adam on the first great day of creation

spinning in your new born light.

Jack Sproule