Mary Medlicott, Storyteller and Author - Storyworks

Storytelling Starters ~ Towards Eternity

Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson. It’s one of her poems I’ve been reading a lot of late, and it’s especially in my mind right now. On Wednesday this week, my nephew, Tom Pelham, died of a rare form of cancer. He was just 36 years old, a young Baptist Minister, and he leaves behind his wife and three lovely young children, grieving parents and family and countless friends. I can think of no consolation except that he is no longer in pain.

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held nut just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

 We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

That’s it for this week. Emily Dickinson’s poem says more than I ever could, a vast great story of thought and experience. 

 

2 Responses to “Storytelling Starters ~ Towards Eternity”

  1. Liz Says:

    Hi Mary and Paul So sorry to hear your very sad news The poem says it all Life can be very cruel and at times like this one must question ones faith Healing hugs to the family Liz Eddie

  2. Mary Medlicott Says:

    Dear Liz, thanks so much for your sympathy and apologies for not saying so before. As you say, Life can feel very hard at times like this.

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