During the November 14 worship service, Clela Reed shared the following poem she had written for Kelli McConnell.
~for Kelli McConnell
We commonly say she is gone
or she’s left this world.
It’s an easy lie, a shallow observation.
The atoms that composed the curve of her smile,
the green of her eyes, her graceful hands
came from stardust and spring rain
and will go on forever more,
sifted into morning glories and tadpoles,
haystacks and hedgehogs.
And—more evident to us—her spirit remains.
All the bright imaginings, joyous flings,
smart determinations—these we hold fresh
in memory’s keep.
But mostly, we feel her love—the wonder
of its magnitude, the glowing luminosity
that embraced full-hearted
not just those she knew
but the whole of her world,
this world she could never leave.