Death Is A Door by Nancy Byrd Turner 1936
I am missing my son intensely right now. So wanted to reach out and hug him these past few days. Poetry helps for some reason. This one helped me. May it give some comfort to others who are bereaved, and for whom Christmas will never be the same.
6 comments:
I am sorry that your sadness is more acutely felt , I understand the need and wish to reach out and hug.....
I find poetry often provides a balm and offers the words I cannot find.
I have found the words of Mary Oliver and David whyte touch me. David whyte has a new book -Pilgrim, which is so very apt you may find it easier to get than idid as he is US based.
Wishing you light in the shadows of darkness
Jane
I have read your blog for almost 4 years. I have been to shy to post. But your post resonated with me today. My son Shan was the same age as your Joey 29 when he died. (1-1-09). He left a wife and two daughters behind. Rachael was 2 & Rebecca's had just turned 1 two weeks before he died. It is bittersweet to have these two granddaughters. I see him in them yet I am so sad that they don't have him here to be their "Daddy." He was such a good daddy. He always wanted to be married and to have big family. He loved babies.
Thank you for writing this blog. I have found great comfort in reading it. May the peace of Our Lord Jesus be with you.
Marsha
Thank you, Karen. ((((Karen))))
I know this time of year the tears flow more freely. It is because of love for our child that we still grieve. It is okay, it is what happens when we are here and they are not. It is a missing piece and nothing can fill that, ever.
I love you Karen
I love the imagery of this poem. I, too have been exploring poetry. Two books you might like: Saved by a Poem by Kim Rosen and Poetic Medicine by John Fox.
Thank you for sharing with your blog readers.
Thank you for this poem; it is comforting. Sending love to you, dear Karen.
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