The Skiff

Tipping over smooth rocks
she topped the steep gray cliff,
then falling through the air
I watched this ill-fated skiff.

Cold rushing crystal waters
availed to pull her down
towards sharp rocks below;
but she made nary a sound
heard over the waters flow.

My heart leaped for this
humble craft as she crashed
on granite stones below
lying near the shore mashed
into scattered bits of woe.

Then I heard the cries of alarm,
grief, and running feet
whence came this young boy
to fetch at the shipwreck
of his erstwhile favorite toy.

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Grief

A loved one dies and we feel empty. A large part of our life has vanished, we worry if we could have done something more. Sometimes we feel guilty, depressed, and even angry. Nothing is the same anymore, and nothing can be changed. It is over.

Our loved one has returned to the spirit world. Everyone comes from there and returns to there when the body dies. There is no judgment to endure, no pearly gates, nor lakes of fire. There is only love, unconditional love. We are created in love and live in love and return to love when we pass.

It matters not who we were or what we accomplished. It matters not if we believed in God. All, every soul, returns to the spirit world surrounded by unconditional love. There they review their physical life. Any judgment comes from them, no one else.

We, who are left behind, suffer from grief and worry. Our task is to forgive. Forgive ourselves and all others of any mistakes we may think was made. To send our love to the deceased on their continued journey through life in the spiritual. They are safe and secure, we are safe and secure in the unconditional love of the Creator. Only time will diminish the grief and emptiness. Then, when it is time, we will rejoin our loved ones in the love that never ends.

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Words the Heart Can’t Say

Words can’t say what the heart feels,
when the dreaded notice comes.
That a loved one died on the
battlefield ‘mid smoke, fire, and guns.

Emptiness, deep grief, smites
a wordless troubled heart.
There is nothing more to say
a bullet has shattered it apart.

A hug, or two, a gentle pat on
the back, one hand in another.
Is that all to be done, for this
deeply loved, now fallen brother.

Suffer the heart to speak that
which can make the carnage cease.
Listen to the words of the heart,
and find the path to peace.

Lekatt

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