Every late night
He would take himself down
off the cross
tucking the nails neatly
into the chambers of creation
breathing in the earth
through His feet
a tender smile
accentuated His grace
as He touched what She touched
as He saw what She saw
as He heard what She prayed each day
for the love and safety and peace
for Her family, friends and all She knew
near and far
He answered with His blessing
and presence
by dawn He would climb back up
to His position
though with a lighter heart
knowing fully well Her world
They created
was good
Louise Dangeli “walked into the woods” on Valentine’s Day. She was one of my very first Chilkat weaving students 25 years ago in 1991, with her daughter Arlene and Carol McCormick (grand-daughter of the McCormick herbs/spices). She was one of the most outspoken women I have met who did so with soft-spoken, firm grace, so when I found out that one of her clan emblems is the Beaver, that said everything. I have noticed that grace is a trait of those born in the Beaver clan. We will miss you, Louise, though many of us are learning your grace.
Miss you my sweet lady with allmy heart
Clarissa, did you write the poem here? I love it.
Yes, I woke up early morning with those words.
Oh Clarissa, what a loss for you. I love how you honor people and memory. Love the poem.