March 25, 2005
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I don’t believe, but The Rev. Toby does…
“In Memory of You”
Photographs can freeze beauty
Be it the smile of a child
Or the face of one departed
Be it a building loved, and gone
Or a place you shall never re-visit.
Can memory do the same
I wonder
As I think of you now
In heaven waiting for me
Year after year after year.
Will you have changed
From that body you had
When you last stepped into your car
To go shopping in Buxton?
The years may pass
But my memory of you will not.
And it is more than a photograph
It is everything I do and pray for.
I walk away from your grave,
Sometimes I wish I did not bury you here
In my own churchyard…
At other times I am glad I did
As I imagine your soul sitting beside me
Helping me to write the sermons
You so once loved.
I keep your picture beside me,
It’s beauty is frozen forever.
And my desk is stained with my tears
In memory of you.
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The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
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Still the silent voice remains
For one who does not believe in ghosts,
For one who does not see behind their hand
To look at what can not be seen.
The truth my friend is nothing more
Than what the mind alone can judge,
It defies physics, it defies logic,
It defies all what can be measured.
Still the silent voice remains
Silent to all who can but hear it,
The picture that is not in a frame
The book with no words.
We travel long with our eyes shut
Only seeing what we are told can be seen,
Never understanding that which
Can only be seen with closed eyes.
I can see her ghost beside me now,
I can hear her whisper her love for me,
I can also hear the ghost of God
It too does not understand science.
Ghost upon ghost upon ghost that leads
To the finest ghost of them all.
To Jesus himself that is everywhere,
A silent voice within us all.
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The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
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i may be dying,
but i am not without hope.
i do not mean for myself:
the long nights of my soul
crying over the empty tundra
longing again to breathe,
to touch, to smell…
no, i have hope for my child.
the war is over
and peace is so lovely
and a wonderful family
is to look after her.
a doctor and his wife no less
to look after the little orphan.
they are people whose own children
are nearing adulthood.
they are people that i know
will love my child
and give her the things
i can not give her,
like breath, and touch
and smell…
—
Ingar Gǿrse
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Comments (37)
aww…they’re all lovely as usual…yet really sad
you’ve been writing many sad poems lately…they’re all so beautiful though.
do u kno how 2 read french, i have a great poem foru if u can!
The Rev. Toby DOES believe.
Regarding your comment……so true, LordPineapple…..so true. I am beautiful, if I do say so myself…..Captain Kangaroo hair, Lego hair, Troll hair…..even if I had no hair….I’d look nice.
find the american flick titled “Undercova Brotha” then the shit gryoscopes…
I know that you were referring to the fact that I am American when you said “your president,” but please don’t refer to him as my president anymore because the mere thought of it nauseates me.
Beautiful and sad…
Lordy Lord, these are beautiful and heart wrenching. I love the first one a lot.
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I enjoyed these, esp. the first and third.
excellent, excellent, excellent
Lovely reading on this rainy day here. The Reverend and Ingar … two of my preferred ones.
Still the silent voice remains
Silent to all who can but hear it,
The picture that is not in a frame
The book with no words. THE REV. is a very sensitive & evidentally enlightened man thank you wonderful reading b.
“In Memory of You” – beautiful, haunting.
RYC: I couldn’t agree more. Sincerely. It’s time for the dying to stop.
I am always the odd one. I liked the second poem best. Probably because of two lines:
“The truth my friend is nothing more
Than what the mind alone can judge”
…and
“To the finest ghost of them all.
To Jesus himself that is everywhere”
Jesus is The Ghost. I am not religious either, mind you, but I know goodness when I see it. I don’t see it that often, but from what I’ve read, Jesus is it. Too bad people worship and idolize him instead of just following his example.
If there is one who believes that must be the rev. Tobias.He must also have a very good memory to remember her so vivid. My memories are always very foggy.
RYC: I hope your kids were ok. I’m sure if that happened to me, I’d think twice about bringing mine. (They are 6 & 13) Here at the church, I guess I feel “safe” bringing them. There’s TV for them to watch and a gym for them to play in, sometimes other kids are here, but it’s spring break so the day school is closed. It’s almost like being at home, but I have to get work done and they know they have to let me work if they want to come.
The worst thing that has happened to one of them while here is Paul had an accident on a scooter. He was showing off on a hill and fell and scraped his arm up really bad. He still has the scar from it. The volunteer who worked that day even remembers it very well. He’s learned not to show off!
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In memory of you rang fantastically…
Great poems to display! They seem a little sad but sometimes the sad ones make you think even more. From your comment on my page: I am sorry to hear that but I hope we can stay friends even though we have different views of religion.
punisher989 has been blocked from my site in the future.
I believe in ghosts, but you needn’t haunt me this way you know ….
Also, “In Memory Of You” … dear lord thats tres awesome….magnificent! Beauty is frozen forever…. indeed.
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Memories that bless and burn. I came across a picture of my late sister and I taken by her husband and we are both laughing. I miss her so. When I was widowed at age forty, I thought I would never forget my husband’s face, yet in the end all that is clear without a picture is his hands.
i love the first one.
indeed it is touching, what memories can do the heart and what words can do the soul.
I love the first one, it is so sad, I love it because it is real. That sadness is with me every day. Inside me, but reading you, then it emerges with all its pain for the loss of a son. R.P.
ryc, I can just imagine the frustration of looking for your car, did you find the loo? made me laugh.
The first one truly truly moves me.
These are so beautiful. They make me forget my own woes!! Have a wonderful Friday and an awesome weekend!!
I am just randomly dropping by your site. I also just wanted to say you post great poetry. Keep up the good work
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As always the Reverand never dissapoints.
~V
*Disappoints*
Nice.
These are beautiful.
Wow,
I hope you have a lovely week-end.
Just astonishing. I am speechless. (Wipes tear away.)
Wonderful phrases contained here today, thank you!
S2
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Terry! (pounce) ((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))
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Your writing is just as moving as always! I adore you!
RYC: Wish I could afford it too… we both would lmao! Cheers!
These are splendid, actually, I am truly perplexed by your comment, “The Reverend believes, I do not”. You did this writing. These are they that will search all of heaven for you, Terry. Deep, somewhere, within there is the knowing that this thing is True. No, I do not believe you find this to be ‘daft’ you do lie to yourself. You think yourself “too far gone or something” do not be decieved in this way. The soul that writes here, he knows the Truth, the devils believe and tremble, he just does not want to be under this Truth. I pray fervently. The Lord shed His Blood on that tree and cares for you. Knock at the Door? There is nothing to “give up” and everything to gain. Life and life abundant, like you have never experienced. There are those who will look diligently for you, and yes, the body is recognizable, only without the ‘fallen’ attributes; death, sickness, evil thoughts, sadness, etc. etc.
Why has it taken me so long to come back… I have no idea. I am always touched or inspired, or both.