Categorie archief: Death

“Crossing the Bar” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

CROSSING THE BAR

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1889

Adagio Sostenuto

#AdagioSostenuto (even geduld: de lanzame “zwarte” intro is bedoeld) Soms kan “een weinig” meer dan voldoende zijn. Even verpozen in de herfst en vertoeven met Rachmaninoff op de bank van Fleur (2002-2017). Er gebeurt zo goed als niets, net daarom meer dan voldoende: “Als de ziele luistert / spreekt het al een taal dat leeft, / ’t lijzigste gefluister / ook een taal en teken heeft…”, Gezelle. (Het leidmotief van dit adagio werd in 1975 opgepikt door Eric Carmen voor zijn wereldhit “All by Myself”)

Als de ziele luistert
spreekt het al een taal dat leeft,
’t lijzigste gefluister
ook een taal en teken heeft:
blaren van de bomen
kouten met malkaar gezwind,
baren in de stromen
klappen luide en welgezind,
wind en wee en wolken,
wegelen van Gods heiligen voet,
talen en vertolken
’t diep gedoken Woord zo zoet…
als de ziele luistert!

(Guido Gezelle, 1859)

 

On Suicide, Faith, Love & Hope (Dutch with English subtitles)

 

An enlightening, intriguing and instructive conversation on suicide, borders, faith, love and hope with Tom, Outward Bound School trainer (in Dutch with English subtitles).
Een verhelderend, leerzaam en intrigerend gesprek over zelfdoding, grenzen, geloof, hoop en liefde met Tom, Outward Bound School trainer.

Motherland – Peace and Freedom Tribute Poem

(For all who embrace freedom in a peaceful way)

For each who talks,
for each who walks,
for each there is a beach,
for each to print a footstep here,
for each to share a tear

For each and every one of us
for each a Womb to meet
for each and every one of us
in each our Hearts will beat

For each who fights,
for each who writes,
for each there is a hand,
for each who weeps,
for each who sleeps,
for each there is a land

For each and every one of us
for each here shed a tear
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall hear

For each who falls,
for each who calls,
for each there is a Tomb,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each there is a Womb

For each and every one of us
for each our sins we’ll give
for each and every one of us
for each She shall forgive

For each who grieves,
for each who leaves,
for each there is a Home,
for each who craves,
for each the waves
shall offer silent praise

For each and every one of us
for each here shed a tear
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall hear

For each who bled,
the waves turned red,
they colored their embrace,
their lips became
a silent blame,
for each and every face

For each and every one of them,
for each we will remain
for each and every one of them
Love’s witness of their pain

For each who cries,
for each who dies,
for each there is a wave,
for each who breathes
and suffocates
the Motherland awaits

For each and every one of us,
for each beginnings near,
for each and every one of us
for each then be them dear

And gently then,
and gently then,
as Heart’s beat fades away,
for each who sings,
for each Sea brings,
the wave to Soul’s D-day

For each and every one of us
for each here we shall pray
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall stay

From each who falls,
from each who calls,
from each She asks belief,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each shall be relief

For each and every one of us
for each these waves will be
for each and every one of us
Her Womb Eternity

RIP Mother “A life in pictures” 1919 – 2015