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Blog EntryToday's Joy Was Born of Yesterday's SorrowJun 2, '07 12:45 AM
for everyone
Who said the "darkness of the night"

Would never turn to day ...

Who said the "winter's bleakness"

Would never pass away ...



Who said the fog would never lift

And let the sunshine through ...

Who said the skies now overcast

Would nevermore be blue ...



Why should we ever entertain

These thoughts so dark and grim

And let the brightness of our mind

Grow cynical and dim ...



When we know beyond all questioning

That winter turns to spring ...

And on the notes of sorrow

New songs are made to sing ...



For no one sheds a teardrop

Or suffers loss in vain,

For God is always there to turn

Our losses into gain.



And every burden born TODAY

And every present sorrow

Are but God's happy harbingers

Of a joyous, bright TOMORROW!



~ Helen Steiner Rice ~




Blog EntryOn losing a loved oneMay 11, '07 12:01 AM
for everyone
I have a lot of friends who have recently lost someone precious in their lives, or did so in the past. Whenever it happens, it's hard to find words to say, at least for me. I lost my mom in 1992 to cancer and know the feeling when you get that phone call. If you haven't read my blog, "A Rainbow for Mama", please do, if you wish, it was my way of trying to help others through their loss. Someone in my friends list has just lost their grandmother, so I searched for sympathy poems etc, and found these beautiful words. I was in awe of the author. How creative he was with words of comfort. Hope this will help you if you're still going through those tough times. Love ya, my friends. :)



I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."



"Gone where?"



Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying.



- Henry van Dyke (1852 – 1933) American author, educator, and clergyman




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