Mourning the Queen in Sark
A COMMEMORATION service for the late Queen Elizabeth II was held on Sark on Sunday 18 September, at St Peter’s Church.
In a tribute given by the Seigneur, Major Christopher Beaumont, he commented on the five times Her Majesty had visited the island, captured in photographs and remembered in trees planted and buildings opened. St Peter’s choir gave a moving rendition of the Nunc Dimittis, ably led by organist and choirmaster Kevin Adams, the readings being taken by the Seneschal Victoria Stamps and Speaker of Chief Pleas, Lt Col Reginald Guille. The Sark School children shared some lovely thoughts about the Queen, especially remembering Paddington Bear and marmalade sandwiches and the Minister of Sark, the Rev. David Stolton, shared a new poem he had especially composed for the occasion, reproduced below:
Mourning the Queen
Along river-banks the people flowed
A mere trickle, as memories shared,
A stream dancing with laughter
Despite the sombre destination.
A spring of duty and love
Bubbling through the surface of sadness
The need to be there
The need to meet
A gentle flood
Inexorably rippling through silent streets.
Sun scorched grass
With myriad colours was dressed
Gentle hands laying garlands
And messages, as if she might see
The love and loyalty
Painted on parks and by church doors.
Blooms refreshed by morning dew
Yet slowly fading
Like pastel memories
Of a past that has lost its rich colour.
Serried rows of red and gold
Marched in slow precision
The horses she loved
Hooves chattering on grey streets
As if sharing their loss.
Those closest to her
Sometimes in duty adorned
Other times darkly dressed
As if their grief could hide
‘Neath dark suits and lowered eyes.
Though distant still,
Sea and land stretching forth
From this jewelled isle
Where once her steps had trod,
Where once she in carriage rode
And crowds delight waved flags
And shouted greetings to a queen.
It is as if we are there,
On London’s streets,
In rivers of flowing crowds,
Amongst the flowers softly laid.
And we will weep
As she is laid to rest
Our memories all hold
That for us, she ever gave her best.
THE Rev. David Stolton