Saturday, March 07, 2009

Saturday Morning...

It is a rainy, drizzly Saturday. I woke early to get to the classes at the gym before it got too crowded.

I drove home the long way over to Gary's to buy the last of his apples from the bin and around the farm land. It is fallow, it is past harvest and too early to plant, with shades of brown and gray surrounding the countryside here in Northern Indiana.

On my way back in town I passed a funeral. The hearst was long and black followed by many cars with their lights on...for the funeral, for the rain. I pulled over and watched the procession, not knowing who had died or whose lives are now forever changed with this person gone.

The rain was slowly falling as the procession went was as if the heaven were also weeping. I could not help but think of this poem by Emily Dickinson:

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but 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.

Emily Dickinson

There is more to the verses, please check out her poetry on your own.

Lou Ann