Snow blankets the earth on
this February day. With a heavy heart,
we drove to church to attend a funeral
for a young man and to sing in the choir.
Fleeting moments of the sun attempting
to warm our spirits through the white
sky. Weather person must have been
asleep for the forecast. A mere couple
inches was not the full story. Make that
six to eight inches and still falling.
Unplowed, untreated streets made
for difficult driving. Our music
ministry for family and friends
includes singing for funerals.
Where are words of comfort?
How do we express our sorrow
when a young person is snatched
from us? Not even thirty and
we pause to pray and mourn him.
Why we ask ourselves?
All that remains is silence.
Our keepsake will be the
memories from which we
will never part. Why?
And why again? How do we
manage to live on? Why and
why again? How can this be right
and just? Why? And why again?
You expressed your sorrow so well linking your feelings with the dismal weather that the attendants of the funeral of a young man had to endure. There is meaning even in the most tragic situations, which are not always clear to us immediately.
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Thank you, Peter, for your insightful comment. It is a comfort to me even if the weather is dreary out. There is indeed meaning, and I keep the faith even though asking myself “why?”
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you again for reblogging my blog post! https://bizmarc.wordpress.com/2018/02/03/why-we-ask-ourselves/
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The weather matched the sadness of the day.
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Indeed yes. Thank you for your comment. Have a great, warm weekend.
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Bonjour ou bonsoir mon AMI (ie)MARYANNE la neige est annoncée demain dans notre région
Ce jour à n’importe quelle heure de la journée
J’ai besoin de t’ écrire un petit mot
Comme quoi je ne ‘oublie pas
Et j’ai un peu de temps à t’accorder
Juste une minute pour te dire
Que je t’envoie un beau sourire
Et je t’accorde deux minutes pour te donner
Sur tes joues, deux Gros Bisous d’amitié
Et surtout quelques secondes pour
Te souhaiter une excellente journée ou soirée
Avec du soleil au cœur
Bernard
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Bonjour Bernard – La difference d’horloge entre la France et l’heure normale de L’Est importe peu quand on commente les blogs. Mes mots envoient des souires à tous mes amis blogueurs. C’est le plus proche réellement dans l’autre pays et de parler avec quelqu’un. Merci pour ce commentaire si gentil. Avec des sourires et du soleil dans mon cœur, je vous souhaite une Mary Ann
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Raw emotions, well captured!
I have asked this question a thousand times while I was growing up. I lost my dad to a fatal accident when he was very young and we just little children. Your words reverberate around me and open those wounds, which never healed and tears well up reminding me of my lost childhood.
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My, Balroop, I am sorry to hear you lost your father in a fatal accident. Sometimes our loved ones are snatched away too soon. Is there ever a “right” time? Thank you for the insightful comment. In my music ministry and especially singing at funerals, I try to put myself in the shoes of others and pray via my songs. Yes, tears well up which is a natural response to our pain. I hope you had other male figures in your life like uncles to help you through the pain.
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How sad but beautifully shared. That snow, sans footprints, and the long shadows. Very nice.
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Love your comment, Jacqui. The long shadows are of my husband and me at the Lake Park. It is another means to personalize the post without showing faces but shadow images. Shadows are our constant companions. Thank you, Jacqui. Much appreciated.
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My condolences on your loss. I like to believe his spirit will live on in the memories of those who survive him as well as in your poetry. We cannot see the entire tangled web of life, but nature has a way of birthing beauty and new life from death, from loss, from sorrow.
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Thank you for the kind words. Life is indeed a winding and bumpy road at times i.e. a tangled web. Nature is constantly renewing and creating new beauty for our spirits to enjoy. Prayer is also powerful. Thank you for an insightful comment.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
VERSE AND PICTURES—GREAT JOB!
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Thank you for your kindness and for reblogging this post.
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I reblog what I personally like and appreciate. 🙂
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So kind of you. I have a friend in Bavaria near the border with the former Czechoslovakia who reblogs my posts from time to time. Thank you.
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They are a good friend.
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The world is sometimes very small when we have friends around the world.
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Then you are indeed blessed!
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I believe we all are and we all have something to contribute to others. Happy journey to you.
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You mean…this is GOODBYE???? (SNIFF!) 😀
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Heavens, no. Feel free to browse through all my posts. There are many hidden secrets in them. Enjoy the weekend.
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A question that has no answer, I fear. Heartfelt poem of sadness, loss, sorrow … beautifully penned with such strong emotions that resonates deeply with me. Hugs xxxx
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People of faith still find the question of “why” difficult to fathom. Your short story touched me as well. Acceptance is so hard to do sometimes. oxox
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Thank you for.folliwing my blog. I hope you find things if interest, many about biking but applicable to other activities, but not just about that. I don’t know.how to follow.and keep up with everyone and still do my writing and life. It’s impressive what you do for others and your poetic writing about it..I’m sure the families are grateful. Thank you.
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As I always told my students: each person has the same 24 hrs./day so where there’s a will, there’s a way. I just limit myself to acknowledging comments by others and a brief look at FB. I come back to it later in the day as well. My blog gets more attention. It’s not easy keeping up. Rule of thumb: take time for yourself too. I keep up with friends and family and always find time for loved ones. My passion was teaching German. Now that I am retired, I am studying classical voice seriously. It is fun and time consuming but music is food for the soul. So I try to nourish my soul daily. I imagine you are your bicycle are excellent forms of exercise. Let you mind wander as you ride. Keep a notebook nearby and journal your feelings, sights, etc. You will then have food for thought for your writing. Happy cycling and writing. Be kind to yourself first. Your comment was lovely and much appreciated.
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Always my pleasure.
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A great poem which captures the sorrow of extreme and beautiful emotions in beautiful words. I think death is as sacred as birth. The memories never fade and the saga continues. “When all is said and done, we are all just walking each other home.”–Ram Dass.
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Beautiful quote. Walking each other home is why I sing in the choir for funerals: to ease the pain of those left behind to mourn. Thank you for your insightful comment.
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Thanks Mr/Mrs for accepting and following my blog.
I’m available to read your post at my convenient time.
You have such an interesting topic I will love to read in
your blog.
I still remain the simple blogger…..
#PATRICKSTORIES
Peace and Love
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Am expecting another post like this I just read. You really make my day reading this one.
Thanks. Again. You can check me up on my blog also
http://www.patrickrealstories.wordpress.com
#PATRICKSTORIES
Peace and Love
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Thanks for such kind words. You can meander through old posts on the blog to find something similar. Almost 4 years of blogging await. Peace.
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Wow. That is very good. Mine was 3year. With a year of active posting from 2017-2018
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Happy blogging to you!
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Same to you.
Which country do you base?
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Upstate New York
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You stay in New York.
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Upstate New York. New York City is downstate.
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You there.. Like you busy
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These days I remain busy studying voice and singing in chorales and choirs.
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