Where Love Holds Her: Life Circles: About Death And Healing: Essential Poetry

For all the while.

She floats across our consciousness.
She floats across our consciousness. | Source

Where love holds her.

Throughout the course of a lifetime we all lose people that we care about. Death is sadly and ironically, the one thing in life that we all can rely on. It is the unknown event that we each, in our own ways, fear the early arrival of and fruitlessly hope that it will overlook us and our loved ones. There is never a right time to check out or die, just as there is no set right way to live. Factually, when it comes to dying we are all novices, we have not gained any formal training in the art of dying nor is training openly available.

Life in many respects is just like a giant cross country race, with its course set out in a manner that ensures that there will be casualties along the way. We all line up at our respective stages of life and wait for starters orders. Nobody has trained or can boast to have previously successfully run and completed the course. For statistical purposes, the course is laid out into ten stages, each stage having specific activities over the duration of ten years. As we line up, everyone looks at the other competitors, assess what we consider to be their respective strengths or weaknesses and plan the run against them in a manner that will likely reduce our own exposure to risk, irrespective of what our competitors risks are.

I don't mean to be so blunt, but in realty we should also consider that nature's rules on species and the strongest specimens does have some bearing on outcomes also. Bottom line is: we all usually do run the best we can and are often kept on track with the help of nature's laws of survival, which kick in when we are in danger. However, many don't finish the early stages, let alone the later stages.

This poem is about the special people that we get to know and lose in our life's race. I wrote this poem for all those with whom we share life's race, but was really inspired to do so by the loss of a friend, whom I knew and understood very well. She had suffered throughout her life more than most, having at the age of six, fallen headfirst onto the concrete in a school playground. By age twelve she had developed moderate epilepsy and it would be this, that set the base standard of her health for the rest of her life. Like many with such disabilities, she showed all who knew her what courage and strength really were, never complaining as the quality of her life ebbed away. So I wrote this poem as a tribute to her and all the other fine human beings and hope that some inspiration to others may be found within the words. If you have also lost a special person, then please feel free to consider this poem to be a tribute to those good souls also. Oh yes and just a thought: By continuing in our race and doing our best, we are actually honoring those who have fallen along the way. So please enjoy 'Where Love Holds Her' by Pearldiver.

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Our race honors those who fell along the way.

Hazy horizons.
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Tomorrows don't always arrive.

Eternal uncertainty. #3 running with ghosts.
Eternal uncertainty. #3 running with ghosts. | Source
Running with ghosts.
Running with ghosts. | Source

Where no haziness dwells.

‘Where Love Holds Her’


Here within my vivid memories

That place where no haziness dwells

No darkness, nor rational ability, to forget

Stand special folk, gone before, that I have known well

o0o

Here, in such ever powerful presence

She stops and smiles playfully

How can we not remember her ways?

Now here, she can always roam

And retain all her quirky traits

She’s here to be remembered, for all time

By all who must journey on alone

Her courage shone and never ceased

Many gathered here, to call her home

As she turns, waving in fading motion

How could we deny her such a peace?

o0o

There’s a gallery of life in our consciousness

Here to teach us, or remind us that we cared

That some tomorrows don’t always arrive for us

That it’s alright to be sad, on dying days

And there never will be eternal darkness

While life frames flash across our minds

Here, we remember the ones we loved

And here, with memories and heads bowed, we pray

o0o

We are unique when so remembered

Life’s energy touched far more than we knew

In acceptance we welcomed our destinies

Yet never gave in to our mortal pain

Never complained of our impending fate

Nor lost our dignity as we waned

We are still unique, though oft unseen

As we explore these deathly plains

And here with us is one you loved

Do you see the ever playful smile?

Here, she glides across every memory

Where love holds her, for all the while

oo0oo

* Poetry by Pearldiver *

Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Pearldiver Poetry with all rights reserved

Times glide across every memory.

Gliding through inner spaces.
Gliding through inner spaces. | Source

Run your race well and apprach each hurdle wisely.

I hope that you appreciated 'Where love holds her.' If so, please take the time to mark this work below. This work was not intended to be an article relating to any specific religious belief or disbelief, as faith is like art; a personal choice that each runner in life's race has the choice of making and embracing or not. The process of healing after the loss of a loved one, is always made easier when we celebrate the life and personality of our lost one. In that way, we can always continue to run our race, knowing that we are honoring those we left behind.

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We are unique when so remembered.

Blue on dying days.
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K9keystrokes 5 years ago from Northern, California

"By continuing in our race and doing our best, we honor those who have fallen along the way."

This is a precious collection of words you offer today; thank you for sharing the gift of love in the form of poetry. Amazing...

HubHugs~

K9


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Lisa HW 5 years ago from Massachusetts

Nice thoughts here. I think, too, we often carry for them the light that fell from their hand when their own race ended. (Maybe that's just another way of saying "honor them").


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hello K9, thank you for taking the time to read this work and for your kind words. Yes we are driven aren't we, to keep moving forward in this race and we as writers seem to have the power and endurance to carry more than a banner, for some reason. A positive reason I believe. I appreciate your comments and support K9.. you take care.


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hello Lisa, yes I am sure that is exactly what we do; though perhaps some knowingly and others unwittingly I believe. Thank you for reading this work Lisa and for your kind comments. I do appreciate your support and input Lisa.. take care and continue to run your best.


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Chatkath 5 years ago from California

Thank you for sharing your in depth reflections on a topic that we ultimately cannot avoid - as you put it "we are all novices", indeed!


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hi Chatkath, Thank you for taking the time to read this and your positive comment. Yep, sadly we cannot avoid that certainty.. but hey it's certainly worth the effort trying to. Take care and be well... I appreciate your visit.


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SomewayOuttaHere 5 years ago from TheGreatGigInTheSky

"How could we deny her such a peace?"

...this piece you wrote - perfect timing for me...thank you, for your words, for your pics....


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hi there Someway, thank you for that. I needed to write this article and I'm glad that the words can help. More so, if these words help someone that I know appreciates the choice and quality of them. Be well my friend and take care.


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qlcoach 5 years ago from Cave Junction, Oregon

I like the way you think. I enjoy your poetry. Yes there is pain and suffering when grieving the loss of a loved one. But there is healing when we celebrate their life rather than holding on to the loss. For me, I see my dear ones under the rainbows from the mountaintops in Cave Junction, Oregon. Peace and Light...Gary.


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hi Gary, thanks for reading this poem and for your positive comment. This is the poem that I was referring to when I mentioned loss in your article. I'm glad that you enjoyed its message. Yes, we really do justice to a life when we celebrate it... I appreciate your support Gary.. You take care.


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Money Glitch 5 years ago from Texas

Lots of profound thoughts here my friend; I agree with all who have commented before me. I also like, "There is never a right time to check out or die, just as there is no set right way to live."

That statement is so true. It is never "the right time" for the love ones that remain on earth grieving their loss. Very creative in thought, design, and I love the pictures of the butterflies also.


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Pearldiver 5 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hello MG, good to see you. Thanks for taking the time to read this and your positive comments. Actually, when you really think about it, there isn't a right time for lots of things... you know.. like giving Xmas pressies in March. When it comes to those in the race, over all, it is quite astounding how many do drop along the way and the longer you are in the race, the more disappear. It is a very sad fact of life, no matter how bravely you try to look at it, that's for sure. Cheers MG i appreciate your support.. you take care.


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2uesday 4 years ago from - on the web, I am 2uesday.

There comes a day when you are ready to read the right words,carefully selected to form perfection. I stumbled on this on such a day, thank you.


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Pearldiver 4 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hi 2uesday, thank you for your most kind words and for taking the time to appreciate this piece. We all hurt the same, don't we? No matter how bravely we surround our pain with perfect words.. run a great race 2uesday.. it makes all the difference. You take care


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baygirl33 4 years ago from Hamilton On.

Nice poem Pearldiver.

Nice cautious simile. Love your photos!I came across your poem when reading for some solace,still hurting badly after 6months. Guess I am a controll freak who couldn't win that arguement with God.

Good writing,Take care!


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Pearldiver 4 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time. Author

Hello baygirl33, thank you for finding this and for your kind words. I am sorry for your loss and hope that you stay positive in your outlook. There is nothing controlling in relation to arguing for a win with God.. but the fact that you would try to, helps define who you are! And perhaps, when seen from a different perspective, that in itself, is a win! You take care and thanks again.

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