Thanks for your kind words, Ozgirl. To share empathy with sorrow is not always easy, especially if one does not know the cause or source of the sorrow. It could be a child or a parent that has died only recently, or an old grief from a lost relationship, a disappointed expectation or the result of a mishap. So without the appropriate knowledge, I feel inadequate. But the great poets speak to the perennial in the human heart.
This one by W. H. Auden...
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle mourning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put the crepe bows on the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought my love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pick up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. ~ ~ ~
I can't read it without tears. In it, I feel the grief of all lost loves.
I've anyways loved that poem .. but as I've quoted here before, from Kahil Ghriban .. Remember, the self same well that contains the tears of your sorrows Also contains the tears of your joy
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at December 6, 2016 1:14 PM MST
I love Kahlil Gibran too. Am just now contemplating parts of his "The Prophet" with a friend. When I listen to your words - you seem to me like an old soul, one who has already learned love's lessons.
Benedict Arnold 