#barbara pescan

[apoemaday]

She Speaks of Death

by Barbara Pescan

Oblivion, she said in a weary voice, is what is after death. There is nothing after death but nothing and that’s all right with me.

It made good scientific sense, nailed to the cathedral door of her religious childhood.

And when her husband died a few years later oblivion pinned against eternity sagged in the middle and in its folds sweet disbelief surprised her and the hope she hadn’t seen the last of him yet.

[claraoswalds]

The Script, “Breakeven” // Taylor Swift, “Soon You’ll Get Better” // Barbara J. Pescan, “The Athiest Prays” // Sasha Sloan, “Too Sad To Cry” // Demi Lovato, “Anyone”

[poem-today]

A poem by Barbara Pescan

She Speaks of Death

Oblivion, she said in a weary voice, is what is after death. There is nothing after death but nothing and that’s all right with me.

It made good scientific sense, nailed to the cathedral door of her religious childhood.

And when her husband died a few years later oblivion pinned against eternity sagged in the middle and in its folds sweet disbelief surprised her and the hope she hadn’t seen the last of him yet.

Barbara Pescan

[ukdamo]

She Speaks of Death

Barbara Pescan

Oblivion, she said in a weary voice, is what is after death. There is nothing after death but nothing and that’s all right with me.

It made good scientific sense, nailed to the cathedral door of her religious childhood.

And when her husband died a few years later oblivion pinned against eternity sagged in the middle and in its folds sweet disbelief surprised her and the hope she hadn’t seen the last of him yet.

[missedstations]

“She Speaks of Death” - Barbara Pescan

Oblivion, she said in a weary voice, is what is after death. There is nothing after death but nothing and that's all right with me. It made good scientific sense, nailed to the cathedral door of her religious childhood. And when her husband died a few years later oblivion pinned against eternity sagged in the middle and in its folds sweet disbelief surprised her and the hope she hadn't seen the last of him yet.

[uuquotes]

Compassion for myself is a slow growing crop, however carefully tended it yields an unreliable harvest.

Barbara Pescan (Unitarian Universalist, clergy, poet) Morning Watch: Meditations

[uuquotes]

Because of those who came before, we are; in spite of their failings, we believe; Because of, and in spite of the horizons of their vision, we, too, dream

Barbara Pescan (Unitarian Universalist, poet, clergy) quoted by Kathleen Rolenz, Sources of Our Faith