Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh, The Legend of the Blackthorns (1922), Hunterian Art Gallery, University of Glasgow
Will you stay with me?
I don’t want to go on alone.
My hand is so cold
will you hold it in yours?
I’m not ready to leave you.
Not ready to leave this place
full of the warmth of our time together
to move into the darkness between the stars.
Shall I never see the blackthorn again,
see the leaf upon the tree
feel the warm sun on my face?
Our days are like the grass
we flourish like a flower of the field;
when the wind goes over it, it is gone
and its place shall know it no more. (Ps 103)
May you be with me in the shadows,
may you lead me to your presence
where my life began with you
and is sustained for ever.
Darkness is not dark to you
the night will shine like the day
and you will hold me in the palm of your hand
and love me forever
just as I have loved you.