Sunday, May 6, 2012

Til alle enker

Da min far døde for mange år siden, fik jeg dette smukke digt fra en veninde i USA.
Da min mand døde for tre år siden, læste jeg det igen.
Jeg har intet ønske om at følge hurtigt efter.... livet er smukt.
Men jeg holder af digtet, og vil gerne dele det.
Der er mange ting, man kan fortryde, når man pludselig mister sin ægtefælle. Men som en klog kone sagde til mig: 'Hvis du skulle have gjort noget anderledes, så skulle du have været en anden person. Det var du jo ikke. Du er den, du er. Og det er ok.'

You and I
If we could know
which of us, darling, would be the first to go,
who would be first to breast the swelling tide
and step alone upon the other side...
if we could know!

If it were you,
should I walk softly, keeping death in view?
Should I my love to you more oft express?
Or should I grieve you, darling, any less
if it were you?

If it were I, should I improve the moments slipping by?
Should I more closely follow God's great plan?
Be filled with sweeter charity to man -
if it were I?
If we could know?

If we could know---
We cannot, darling, and 'tis better so.
I should forget, just as I do today
and walk along the same old stumbling way
if I could know.

I would not know
which of us, darling, will be first to go.
I only wish the space may not be long
between the parting and the greeting song:
But when or how or where we're called to go -
I would not know.
Julie H May