Love, Loss and Mourning.
I started a post about My Dad and some of the feelings I experienced with his loss. I have found that I would like to include other losses along with that post. I thought I would start a new post, and would be honored if others would share their expressions of grief along with mine. Poems written by others or yourselves. Stories about your loved ones that you might want to share. Anything at all that you might like to express on any given day about your grief or your journey.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, -
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Emily Dickinson (1830–86), American poet; from Complete Poems, 1925
((( Mikey )))
Feeling alright! Just an expression.There really are so many different beautiful poems and writings on it...Bless.
Trisha, although my son is alive, my grieving for him has taken another turn. It's been a process, grieving for the loss of him being around, grieving for the loss of his children, grieving for the loss of all the things about him that were so special, his warm smile, his kind ways, his hugs and maybe most of all his sense of humour.
I was cleaning out some old stuff in my computer the other night, and I came across some poems I had written a long time ago, and this was one of them. I am usually very private about my writing and poems, but I think I'd like to share this one.
He stands alone in the dim unlit street, waiting for the angel of life - or death - to deliver his release.
Knowing that soon Nirvana will be his and peace will enshroud him.
He is poor, dirty, tired - a ragged person who has lost all hope of recovering his once treasured dream.
Despair, pain and too many memories will soon be replaced by calm, power and drug induced serenity, if only for a brief period before depression and disgust set in once again.
He is a living, feeling person, not unlike you and me.
He is my son - God help him.
I'm still hoping for the Angel of Life Ann, I really am.
Trish, I like this one.
I believe that those who have left us physically are still around spritually.
Me I know this, because I see my Dad every once in a while, when I'm really paying attention.
He's that butterfly that walks with me, or the sunlight in the trees out back.
Sometimes, he's a star in the night sky, winking at me.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die."
((( Ann )))
Thank-you for sharing,that is one powerful writing.Ann, like Gabe I believe in the Angel of life. I never thought I would get sober and clean again, and here I am, almost 2 yrs. later. I was all those things you described in your writing.Recovery is possible.You are a remarable woman Ann.
The Rose Beyond The Wall
A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall.
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide.
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side.
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted, the rose blooms there.
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.
What a beautiful tribute to your Mom, and from a 13 yr old! Your Mom sounds like she was really special. So sorry for your loss. I lost my Mom 10yrs. ago,I still miss her everyday.
Thank you for starting this ... I've been pretty low lately.
My son wrote the poem below. We included it at his service and it will be on his headstone someday. It so describes how I felt the first time he was placed in my arms and my yearning to keep him with me always.
I pulled you down from the clouds.
I had never known true perfection.
Now that you are here,
Please stay awhile.
I promise not to keep you very long,
Only forever ...
That's beautiful, Deedee. Such a special child with a very special mother. :hug:
You're in my thoughts and prayers every day.
Hugs and Love
((( DeeDee )))
I will never forget your beautiful tribute for your son on his birthday,and I think about you and him quiet often. One of my best friend's,who also happened to be my sister in law, committed suicide. I cant even describe the pain and shock I felt at the time.I also lost a cousin in the same way.
They call us "survivors", but I believe our loved one's want more for us then to just survive,I believe they want us to go on with our lives and be as happy as we can be,after something like that. I am not a big Bible reader, but I do enjoy certain passages,this is one of my favorites:
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
You are in my thoughts and prayers.Please continue to post.Thank you for sharing your journey...
Prayer for Those Who Mourn
Bless those who mourn, eternal God,
with the comfort of your love
that they may face each new day with hope
and the certainty that nothing can destroy
the good that has been given. May their memories become joyful,
their days enriched with friendship,
and their lives encircled by your love.
((( DeeDee ))) Thinking of you.
- Vienna Cobb Anderson
Amen, Trish. May those who mourn know that the love of many encircles them in comfort and understanding, and may they find peace.
Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall.
On quiet hinges it gives at dusk,
When the thrushes call.
Along the lintel are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very weary and willing feet
Go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart,
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only an old door
In a garden wall.
Nancy Byrd Turner
Every blade in the field
Every leaf in the forest
Lays down its life in its season
As beautifully as
It was taken up
Henry david Thoreau
No poems, no hand written songs, just a collection of memories and a gratefulness that the good memories outshine and cover over any negative memories.
Time does a wonderful job of getting the good memories to the top of the pile.
((( Kath ))) Those are wonderful.
((( Best ))) I think what you said says it all. Time does do a wonderful job. My Dad died when I was active, for a while I was really tortured with guilt and regret,than one day, a good memory.When I was little my Dad would take us out by boat to an island. I remembered how much fun it was and how much he loved us.I still struggle,but not near as much as I did. To be honest, I didnt believe the grief would ever end or maybe I should say "change" but with help and support it has.Bless, Trish
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