Edith Dilkes

Auckland, New Zealand

Eve de Silk was born E.V. Gall on the 4 May 1922 in the picturesque town of Cupar Fife, Scotland. She was married in 1950. She sailed for New Zealand in 1954. Now a widow after 39 years of marriage, she has no family so she travels extensively. Author of three books: "Rhythm of Life", "Rhythm of Love", and "Rhythm of Romance", the latter being wedding services and love poems, a brides book. Edith supports most charities. She has a great love of animals and nature, enjoying walking in the woods and forests. She also holds a strong belief in the continuity of all life and the betterment of our world.

Memories

In quiet slumber I went once more to bonnie Scotland, that lovely
land where I was born. To feel again the gentle softness of the
falling rain, like dew that's gathered on the wafting cloud. To
bid the sun farewell and watch the mist creep slowly o'er the
friendly hills. To see the stately weeping willows gently dip to
ripple the cool clear water of the softly flowing burn.
To watch the graceful swans glide by in silent beauty undisturbed
To hear the sweet song of the lovely lark as she soars on high
and recall to mind the mavis and the thrush.
To see again the fields of golden grain and a harvest moon light
the sky like a ball of molten flame.
To tread again in dreams many long-forgotten paths and with
a heart that's feather light, run amongst the bonnie purple
heather.
To once again be one with God and rejoice in the wonders of
Nature and give thanks for the wonderful gift of memory.

The Whisper of the Willow

I sat in quiet reverie beneath the boughs of the most gentle and
humble of trees, the beautiful golden willow.
The hot sun beat down upon her branches but could not
penetrate the cool soil beneath, so the mossy fragrance of mother
earth enveloped me, and I was once again attuned with nature.
Her whispering branches softly touched my cheek and my soul
wept to see such beauty.
It would appear we were in unison, for as though in answer to
my unspoken word I heard the tender murmur of her reply.
"Deep heart, I weep because you care that I weep for the sorrows
of mankind, for the blindness and the cruelty on this earth and
in the world that was once a kingdom of golden light.
"Many moons ago when the world was young and the children
of the soil had tender hearts and simple tastes, indeed their
hearts were full of love and each man was a brother. So, dear
heart, now you know the reason why I weep."
I looked at the ground and saw a tiny white daisy, face upturned
as if looking to the heavens, so I said, "Tell me, please, why do
you look thus? Can it be that you are praying?"
She answered me and said, "My span of life is limited but
others of my family follow suit - unlike the willow who only
weeps, I pray for all, that they some day may find the truth for
which they seek and then the world will once again stand in the
light, and every man within his heart shall find and share the
brotherhood of love".