Quote of the Day:
Touched by An Angel
by Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
A rose is a symbol of love. Its gorgeous shape and delicious smell draw us in. And, yet, this beauty doesn’t live forever, and its thorns tear the flesh.
The sunrise on the West Coast looked like this, the full moon still shining over the water, and the sun reflecting off the front of the waves.
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
A rose is a symbol of love. Its gorgeous shape and delicious smell draw us in. And, yet, this beauty doesn’t live forever, and its thorns tear the flesh.We enjoyed a wonderful weekend, sunny skies, warm weather, time with friends, great conversation, and delicious food. I finished reading the book I found on my trip West by Maya Angelou. While I was enjoying all those things, my friend was deciding to take her four-year-old son off life support. We don’t know why he stopped breathing in the night, why his brain swelled and caused so much damage, or why his days on this Earth were so short. His brief life brought joy, love, and meaning.
God sends us sweet roses, loving friends, and magnificent sunrises to help us through the dark days.
The sunrise on the West Coast looked like this, the full moon still shining over the water, and the sun reflecting off the front of the waves. From Psalm 30, Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Journaling Prompt: Write about your recent joys and sorrows.
Good thoughts! Have a great week :O)
The only thing is we don’t know how long that night will last before morning comes with joy. It will seem so long.
Praying for your broken hearted friend.
Life is so very sad sometimes, Mary. I’m hoping your friend’s family can find a peace somehow at this terrible time.
Visiting my daughter in Nashville and painting rooms together. It’s so cool to realize this precious child has at least a couple of my genes.
Holding my best friend’s first grandchild. No words can express.
Having a friend’s baby (38 years) be diagnosed with an awful cancer. It hurts so bad.
Love this poem, this writer, this blog.
Thanks, Mary, for all your support.
I found it difficult to find words to write but wanted to leave some saying I’m thinking about your friend.
~ Wendy
Thinking of you and your friend. Sending out my prayers and comfort.
How terrible sad. I am so sorry for your friend.
Mary,
Thanks for your lovely comment on my blog.
I love your writing, your inspirational words. I can’t imagine the sadness your friend is embracing. As you have probably read on my prior posts, I see many of my nursing home residents dying, and a few of them taken off their life support, meds being stopped, etc. It’s always a hard decision, but with elderly, I feel I am strong enough to help to console their families. It wouldn’t be the same case if it was with children. I can’t handle see children dying. I just regret that they didn’t have the chance of a life, and I feel it’s so unfair. It broke my heart when years ago I had to visit an institution for children with HIV.
Prayers and caring thoughts are with your friend.
Doris
Mary, as you know I’ve been off the blogging path for a few days, but I’m so glad I caught this post. My heart is heavy for your friend. I would be devastated, as I know any mother would. Please know prayers are going up for that dear family.
I have to say, your photography is very captivating. So glad you made the move to get the new camera. I can’t wait to see it when we have our Grand Artists’ Date next month!
I’ve shared some of my joys and sorrows with you through email this week so you’re duly caught up. 🙂 I so appreciate that connection!
Peace, friend….
Praying for your friend. What an awful loss and unimaginable decision to have to make.
Recent joys? Dipping my toes in the Atlantic
Jen
Mary, your blog is always so loving and thoughtful.
What a terrible tragedy. Life is filled with conflicting emotions and experiences, that I couldn’t even begin to fathom.
Take care xxx
My heart truly goes out for your friend. You posted a beautiful poem that really captured the right mood and thought.
Oh , Mary .
This slayed me .
a recent joy will be the one I tuck in my heart when I hug my kids after reading this again….
prayers for your friend.
and you.