The Cathedral of the Marshes
4. Christ meets his mother: Kensal Green Cemetery: off the Avenue looking south.
The photo-journalist images of the Bosnian civil war left an indelible trace in my mind, particularly in the civilian casualties and the communal grieving of the mothers for their dead children. Mary cowers behind a funeral monument while her son is dragged naked, by the militia, past her eyes. The helplessness of being so close yet unable to intercede, must have been the sword that Simeon foretold would pierce her heart. In the cemetery I was reminded that for Mary there would be no effigy or stone to visit: her son’s body would have no earthly resting place.