Saturday, April 5, 2008

For Love of the World

Beach at Carmel, CA

In my previous post last Monday telling about the memorial celebration of Cynthia Loweburg's life, I mentioned that people spoke and read poetry and that there was a memory table with photos and a poem on it. You can see the memory table in the photo at the top of my March 31st post, but you cannot see the words of the illustrated poem on the right hand side of the table.

One of Cynthia's close friends found this poem in a "hippie catalog" that her daughter showed her and she felt it spoke of Cynthia so well that she purchased the poster with the poem on it, had it rush shipped to her and then framed it to read and present it to Cynthia's family at the memorial gathering last Sunday. I really like what the poem says, believe it does apply to Cynthia and other women that I have known, and would aspire to be like the woman in this poem.

The author is Charlotte Tall Mountain. I looked her up on the internet to find that she died in 2006 of cancer at the age of 64. She apparently was a very active, strong and passionate woman as well. You can read more about her and her poetry here.

Here's the beautiful poem:

For Love of the World
by Charlotte Tall Mountain

For the love of a tree,
she went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea,
she rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth,
she dug deeper.

For the love of community,
she mended fences.

For the love of the stars,
she let her light shine.

For the love of spirit,
she nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time,
she sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess,
she drew down the moon.

For the love of nature,
she made compost.

For the love of a good meal,
she gave thanks.

For the love of family,
she reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity,
she entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies,
she suspended judgment.

For the love of herself,
she acknowledged her worth.

And the world was richer for her.

© Copyright 2008 North Fork News


Hardware Bob said...

What a perfect poem from a brave and spirited woman, often at odds with the mainstream of life.

That was Cynthia, a free spirit flying on her own. Charlotte's poem was fitting for Cynthia, they could have been sisters, at least hippies together.

Good selection of a photo, very peaceful. I really liked the poem.

Jean Ann said...

What a beautiful photo and poem... you really honor your friend by sharing her life with all of us...