Poetry, thoughts and grief....






The Gate of the Year

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year
'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'
And he replied, 'Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!'
So I went forth and finding the Hand of God
Trod gladly into the night
He led me towards the hills
And the breaking of day in the lone east.
So heart be still!
What need our human life to know
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife of things
Both high and low,
God hideth his intention.


by Minnie Louise Haskins


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From a Mother to her Son in my newspaper dated 9/21/11

September 21, 2011 

"It was so difficult to let you go
Though death's left us no other choice
We're still mourning the loss of never seeing you again
Or never hearing your precious voice
It seems that in life there are certain times
Which are more than "simply unfair"
When our hearts search out for better answers
But cannot seem to find them there
And such is the case at your passing
Contemplating the briefness of your life
All the great things that you still would have done
If you'd been granted a little more time
Perhaps you were simply too good for this life
So God called you back to Heaven
That your life needed no further testament
Than the goodness you'd already given
But regardless of the reason
For why you had to depart
We still miss you every single day in our heart."
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Her son was only 33 years old when he passed on and that day would have been his birthday.
It struck my heart like a dagger!  The sad words, the heartfelt pain......can you hear it?

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The Clock of Life -- author Unknown

The Clock of Life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop:
At late or early hour
Now is the only time we own
Live, Love, toil with a will
Put no faith in tomorrow
The hands may then be still........


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"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."

--Washington Irving

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To All Parents by Edgar Guest

"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said.
"For you to love the while he lives and mourn when he is dead,
"It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
"But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

"He'll bring his charms to gladden you, but should his stay be brief,
"You'll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief,
"I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
"But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.

"I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
"And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
"Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
"Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
"For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness; we'll love him while we may,
And for happiness we've known forever grateful stay.

"But should the angels call for him much sooner than we'd planned,
"We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand." 


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The time spent for the Glory of God is never poorly spent." 
(St. Padre Pio)