βAnd sure enough, even waiting will end…
if you can just wait long enough.β
β William Faulkner
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Gone Away – Diana Blokzyl
An Angel whispered
take my hand and
come with me
your work here is done.
I went away to a place
where there’s no tears, nor sorrow
only laughter and smiles,
there will always be a Tomorrow.
As I move amongst the clouds.
I’ll look down and smile upon you,
while the angels
sing a heavenly song.
I am not alone
all who went before
are here
they awaited my return.
I know you’ll grieve
and wish I was still here
I am here in the memories
you hold dear.
Remember how much I
love you
and know I took your
love with me.
I did not wish for
you to cry, nor feel sad.
My pain is gone and
I am Free!
Soon you’ll come to me
until then
God will be with you
Just as He’s with me.
Inside Our Dreams – Jeanne Willis
Β Where do people go to when they die?
Somewhere down below or in the sky?
‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems
they simply set up home inside our dreams.’
A Special Place
You have a special place Dear Lord
that I know you’ll always keep
A special place reserved for dogs
when they quietly fall asleep
With large and airy kennels
and a yard for hiding bones
With maybe a little babbling creek
that chatters over stones.
With wide green fields and flowers
for those who never knew
about running freely under
Your sky of perfect blue.
Lord,I know You keep this Special Place
And so to you I Pray,
For one Special Rottweiler puppy
Who quietly died today
HeΒ was full of strength & love
and so very, very cute.
HeΒ is dearly missed my Lord
By a very good friend of mine.
HeΒ went to join hisΒ ancestors
To Your land that is Devine
So, speak to ZapΒ softly please
And give himΒ a warm hello.
He’sΒ a Special gift to you Dear Lord
From Pat, Jan, Sydelle and Shaye, who loved himΒ so.
RIP our beautiful angel!
Original poem by Jan Cooper 1994
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Quote of the day – Mattie Stepanek
“Sad things happen.
Β They do.
But we don’t need to live sad forever.”
– Mattie Stepanek
Grandchild, please don’t mourn me
This post is dedicated to my longtime friend Isabelle, whose beloved grandmother had passed away at a respectable age of 105.
Grandchild, please donβt mourn me Iβm still here,
though you donβt see.
Iβm right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but Iβm always near,
Iβm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but Iβll never depart.
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.
Iβll never wander out of your sight,
Iβm the brightest star on a summer night.
Iβll never be beyond your reach,
Iβm the warm moist sand when youβre at the beach.
Iβm the colorful leaves when Autumnβs around,
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
Iβm the beautiful flowers of which youβre so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
Iβm the first bright blossom youβll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
Iβm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And youβll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking thereβs no one to love you,
You can talk to Grandma through the Lord above you.
Iβll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
And youβll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
Iβm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep,
And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
Iβm the smile you see on a babyβs face.
Just look for me, Grandchild, Iβm every place!
~ Author Unknown ~
Seasons of Grief – Belinda Stotler
Our heartfelt condolences to the families and friends of the victims – earthquake on Mount Kinabalu.
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow – from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life’s sweet song?
Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I’m alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.
Shall grief’s bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope’s lovely seed?
Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.
Shall spring’s cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will spring’s burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?
Sometimes I’ll read a treasured card you had given me
And each word’s special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize you’d never want to see me grieve.
Shall summer’s warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief’s dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?
When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that’ll have to be enough for me.
For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
There’ll be days I’ll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes I’ll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.
Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life you’ve helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.
– Belinda Stotler
(Photo credit: http://www.animal-kid.com)
βWe all have brokenness in our lives. We all have moments of failure and hurt and sorrow. Thatβs one of the few things that pulls all human beings together.”
– Karen Armstrong
Poem of Hγ‘pe
MY GOD WILL MAKE A WAY – Lydia Preston
Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go
the things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories
Drugs and sex aren’t hard to find
it seems as if the world’s gone blind
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society
As Dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit, and chat by phone
what once to all has been a home
is looking like a war torn zone
No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park
for it’s become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark
what once was right now seems so wrong
no more joy and no more song
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery
By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad
it’s just to tell another truth
which soon will make you glad
Amidst the chaos of this world
of hurt, despair and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain
There’s this one thing I know of
believe with all my heart
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way
(Photo credit: tunnel.alotspace.com)
“The light at the end of the tunnel is your life; itβs the tunnel thatβs temporary.”
β Michael Josephson
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