Marilyn Kay Hill Medberry



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

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