A Kind of Trust

BRENDAN KENNELLY

I am happy now.
You rose from your sick bed
After three weeks. Your heart was low

When the world grew small,
A white ceiling
And four yellow walls.

Let me say again what this means
To me. As far as I know
Love always begins

Like a white morning
Of seagulls near the window,
Messengers bringing

Word that we must up and out
Into the small garden
Where there are late

Apples we shall find
So ripe that the slightest touch
Will pitch them to the ground.

Best things seem content to fall and fail.
I am not good enough for that.
I fight the drag and pull

Of any kind of dying
And bitterly insist
On that white morning

When you weakly climb the stairs,
Letting new life reach you like a gift
There at the brown bannister.

I do not insist
Out of panic or vague dread
But out of a kind of trust

In this beginning
With late apples and early seagulls
And a young sun shining

When you let cold water flow into a cup,
Steady yourself between two chairs
And stand straight up.

(From the book voices and poetry of ireland. Thanks Paul and Rose.)

This is the type of campervan we hope to be using during our upcoming trip to Europe. It was booked through www.ideamerge.com, who really impressed me with their service.

Miscellaneous Pictures Below

Twinkles... poegaai!

Two friends posing... Anja is wearing her new winter coat and boots - ready for church. Photo taken in May 2005.

The Reynolds family with Anja and Twinkles.

The Reynolds family from Brisbane came to visit us in April 2005. The photo was taken at the cross on Slangkop, overlooking part of Kommetjie.

Guess who turned 41 years old on April 5, 2005!

Happier days - February 2004

Annelize, Anja, Grandparents Sibthorpe and Grandparents du Plessis. This picture was taken in February 2004 - before Annelize's transplant. She was already doing chemo then.

Anja's art from June 2004

Remember who? Thierry, of course!