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Book Corner
Rays of Hope in Times of Loss: Courage and Comfort for Grieving Hearts [Hardcover]
Are you, or someone you know, grieving a significant loss? Rays of Hope in Times of Loss offers soothing guidance to help you discover the answer to many questions. It is filled with powerful therapeutic narrative, original poems, and photographs that reflect the different aspects of the emotional excursion through grief. In our fast-paced lifestyles of today, many people face loss with little guidance and insufficient time to genuinely recover. This book helps people receive beauty, wisdom, and meaningful answers about loss as they move through the maze of grief, without requiring long hours of study and heavy research. Better than a sympathy card or flowers, show how much you care by giving a copy as a gift to others or to yourself.
Word Cloud
Funeral Wreaths
Grief Poems
Listen! How sweet sings the breeze, merrily off trees,
whispering wonderment, the ear quietly it does please,
nurturing souls, drifting to Celestial splendor,
beauty unfolds, as into peaceful slumber, coils surrender.
Castles in the sky, growing columns of inspired aspiration,
silver shadows flowing through all generations,
warm cocoons of mortality, linked by silken threads,
webs of lives where comfort embeds.
Serenely rests the head of time,
pillows puff by wisps of the sublime,
mellow moments spark a fusion sphere,
perfumed gardens alight, dancing nymphs are near.
Oh mindful forest flower, rivers many bridges cross,
branches leaved with neurons, invisible flakes of frost,
tender is the night, spirits lovingly caress,
sleep well my children, aware God will bless.
About the author: Michael is the author of What Is The Point (ISBN: 0966806905), Minds of Blue Souls of Gold (ISBN: 0966806913), and Enjoy Yourself It’s Later Than You Think (ISBN: 0966806921). Michael’s website is at www.pointoflife.com. His articles and poems are now on over 1000 web sites and growing daily.
Copyright © 1999 by Michael Levy. All rights reserved.
God, I know you gave your precious Son
To give us life with You.
But I didn’t want my son to leave,
Cause he was precious too.
We all are precious in your eyes
And all to you return.
I know my son will not come back,
And I still have much to learn.
Our time on earth is for learning,
And when our lessons are through,
Our spirit chooses the time we leave,
And we come back to you.
My precious son is with you,
And there will be a day,
That I too will leave this earthly place,
And you will light my way.
I know your arms will be open,
And I will have a smile,
To see my God and precious son,
I will then become Your child.
Copyright © Joy Curnutt. All rights reserved.
When you went, my life was shattered
What was left all cold and battered
The storm set in
I'm caught within the blackness of despair
I reach out but you're not there
How do I break free
this crippling agony has me
trapped inside a hell I cannot hide
haunting memories of a past that would never last
Please release me to the light
I have no more strength to fight
Send me a sign…help me to find
my way back to the promise of a brighter day
I swear you will never fade away
Copyright © 2002 by William Gaughan. All rights reserved.
I remember
age 5 or so
the canyon drive
bailing in the old datsun
seat folded back
sleeping bags rolled out
for the long drive ahead
why are we going to grandma’s?
something’s happened to grandpa
I remember the pain
tears in search of understanding
only to find out years later
she was the one to find him
death is not always
in God’s hands
alone
ten years later
the teen crush I had on him
one grade older than me
his endearing smile
playful sense of humor
staunch faded walls
lined with grade ten lockers
standing around with friends as he
came in to unload his bag
proudly show off his left arm
fresh ladder of self inflicted
razor blade scars
rising up tender white flesh
I remember the pain
horror within
still feel today
knowing something was wrong
terribly wrong
but I couldn’t help
could anyone?
did anyone?
fifteen years later
another tormented soul
the phone calls we’d have
dark and real some days
bright and uplifting others times
me, a volunteer counselor
he, a disturbed regular caller
discussing his hallucinations
visions of grandeur
wanting to end it all
then feeling somewhat better
for the time being
I remember the pain
tears that stained
next one shift
reading in the day book
that he was gone
had made his choice
quietly
alone
he didn’t call in that day
so today
when you share
the anger
pain
violence
indifference
scars that are visible
scars that are not
thoughts of erasure
haunting assumptions
that nobody cares
try to remember
that someone does
About the author: Donna lives in British Columbia, Canada with her three sons. She has been seriously writing poetry for two years now, drawing much of her writing style for realism from life around her, her family, and her work as a child educator. Donna’s poems have appeared in print by One Dog Press, and Sex in Public out of CA., Poems Niederngrasse from Switzerland and Peshekee River, in MI. They have also been published online by a number of literary webzines, including Thunder Sandwich, Mind Fire Journal, the HOLD, Writer’s Choice, Disquieting Muses, Rogue Scholars - East Village, Horsethief’s Journal, Clean Sheets, Mind Caviar, and Comrades.
Copyright © 1999 by Donna Hill. All rights reserved.
Tears fall from my eyes
As softly the memories flow
With tears, salty on my tongue.
I miss you so much.
Tomorrow is frightening
Except for the thought
Of seeing you again,
Another time, another place.
I hear your voice;
In my dreams you come.
We talk and laugh
About silly, important things.
Each day without you is less:
Less bright, less full…less.
I feel your love with me,
Yet, I want you to hold.
Faith in God eases the pain
For moments, sometimes days.
Still, I cry, but not for you,
For the loss I feel in me.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1998 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
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