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Marilyn Kay Hill Medberry |
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1946 - 1991 Beloved |
I cannot find better memorial words than these from ancient Celtic times: In green fields, now unknown, your name upon the standing stone Love invites one last call when death from life begins to fall The streams no longer go to tides of distant seas No love can grow old without memories Your arms my home where I could sleep Tears now unfold How can I now alone grow old Dusty stars shed their lights When death from life slips silently to the night. |
| Hecate, Cerridwen Dark mother, take us in. Hecate, Cerridwen Let us be reborn |
