When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
-Pablo Neruda
(photos of peace cranes sent in from around the world taken at Tribute World Trade Center and the cemetery at St. Paul’s Chapel — the place where recovery workers went to recover themselves, although the graves are not of 9/11 victims — bottom 3 smallest images are of the Ground Zero site itself, from my trip this past March)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
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5 Responses
What an uplifting progression of color and symbolism. Thank you for sharing your artistic perspective, I am enriched.
fabulous colors! see you soon :-)
Thanks Suz, I am feeling a bit more caught up and grounded today!
Thanks so much davis and welcome to this space.
These are superbly beautiful.
Christine,
The colors of the cranes were great inspiration as I prepared for my craft fair.Very touching story, as well.
Hope you are getting through all your projects!!!
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