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Book Corner
Seasons of Solace: A Story of Healing through Photos and Poems [Hardcover]
In shock after her husband was killed by a drunk driver while living in Thailand, Janelle Shantz Hertzler began searching for a way through the pain. Her struggle to make sense of her loss and find peace resulted in this moving collection. Told through heartfelt poetry and inspiring photography, Seasons of Solace expresses the spiritual journey of a grieving woman moving toward acceptance.
Word Cloud
Funeral Wreaths
Grief Poems
hands tiptoe to
midnight
I lay in bed reading
the beat of still air silenced
only by our breathing
myself, a dog and two cats
my eyes suddenly
wander. hanging on the full length
mirror is your rosary
a collated strand of clear beads
each encased in a lacy dome
of tarnished brass
I remember how it came to be mine
that night, you held them
gently wrapped in your hands
the rosary nearly matching the reddened
make-up I thought they had used too much
of, touching up your moustache
but I couldn’t let it go
something of yours
perhaps of grandma and grandpa’s
and somewhere in that fog of time
between your viewing this night
the funeral next morning
I asked for a trade
another cross on a chain
found among your things
for this keepsake
this rosary
I don’t even pray
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.
One day, then another,
Each day marches by.
Some moving slowly,
Others seem to fly.
A cup full of blessings
And a basket of tears,
Measure the passage
Of these long years.
Until you were gone
My eyes could not see
Exactly how much
You meant to me.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 2000 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
As I light this candle in memory of you I still remember the awful pain of losing you. Though you are gone from my sight, deep in my heart your flame will always burn bright. My eyes are often filled with tears but not as much as they were in those first few days.
When I close my eyes I can still see your smile and hear your laugh as I think of you. As I now stare at the flame of the candle I can see images of you dancing in the light. So as the flame burns brighter so shall my love be even stronger for the rest of my days.
Copyright © William T. Patterson, Jr. 12/2001. All rights reserved.
escaping thru the heart
knowing the time has come
to rid yourself of his material things.
Memories still there
and will be forever;
life goes on as life abounds,
no worry about what future brings
There are places
where lonesome comes
yet, there is and will be forever
his face, his touch, his smell
These will not be lost
today, tomorrow or future time;
they’re yours to keep and remember,
for lonesome shall not always dwell.
About the author: Visit Jackie’s web site at www.senior-tips.com
Copyright © 2000 by Jackie (Micke) Jinks. All rights reserved.
Tears without end
Days without nights
Night without day
Time without forgetting.
Food without taste
Sleep without rest
Sorrow without comfort.
Pain without limit
Emptiness without bottom
Life without.
About the author: Freelance writing and editing, rtawil@wwnet.com
Copyright © 2000 by Susan Tawil. All rights reserved.
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