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TRUTH IS

Poetry By: alhain
Poetry


TRUTH


Submitted:Apr 15, 2009    Reads: 76    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


She is like the deep, low notes in a great piece of music - sometimes barely audible, but absolutely fundamental to the harmony and melody of our life

What occurs to us is that the times of silence, whether they come for a short time, just a season, or years, are more acutely felt when we know what we are missing.

It is like times of blindness for someone who has been witnessing scenes of great beauty.

And when those times come, we can only hope to someday experience her again, but in the meantime we continue in faith, being there within our abilities in love and care for her even when she is gone forever.

In the midst of this, one of the best gifts are loved ones who don't sit in judgment, but just come along side you and add their faith to yours.

My grandmother had always felt very close to my grandpa, and had experienced His presence, especially in remembrance. When she was dying of brain cancer, a day arrived when she said to my mother, "For the first time, I feel like my thoughts are just going up to the ceiling and bouncing back." My mom replied, "Its okay. It's your turn to rest. We're doing the remembrance for you."


In times like these we are asked to grow and be responsible, but we are also called to be the witness of her great love and devotion for us. I could have done more is of no matter, what shall I do about this is what I am called to ask myself, times like these are times when we give birth to the true self





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