Where Love Holds Her: Life Circles: About Death And Healing: Essential Poetry
For all the while.
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.
Tomorrows don't always arrive.
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
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?
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
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
* Poetry by Pearldiver *
Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Pearldiver Poetry with all rights reserved
Times glide across every memory.
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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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