i recall the tears of' '68

Pelle and his Fa

absent mine

in a theater dark

a single beam of images

broadened wide the silver screen

'pon which mem'ries dreamed

playing in still succession

as i wiped my face

each tear's lost remembrance

fell free from needled ducts

to roll into this night

when dad slips into my mind 

once more

he is here...and we...

the tears having fed

the growing need of us

*The myths and symbols of the heroic change as does everything else is history.

-Mary Evelyn Jegen

*When death is perceived as extinction, death dominates life, and paralyzes creative action.  When death is seen as a crossroad, we can anticipate it many times in our live , by consciously handing our lives in trust to the Mystery we know intuitively as the source and Ground of our existence.

-Mary Evelyn Jegen