Friday, July 23, 2010

In times of grief
When words cannot console
The atmosphere suffocating
No respite from dole
Inner strength
Not from human hands but above
Provides solace, closure
A dwelling of love
A chapter translated
The legacy of souls past
Impervious to the individual
Glorifies the First and the Last
The living mourn
Their dead to the earth
The cycle recommences
Of death and rebirth
Eulogies recited
Memories recounted
Blessings bestowed
Eternity amounted

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The picturesque, country-style ranch house. Home. Tranquil, beautiful, ethereal. Lush green grass, an inviting front porch and mama's white, wooden rocking chair. Home. Wide open spaces, freedom, innocence. Running through the fields of barley, not a care in the world. Laughing and dreaming, teasing the sun in his jealous sky. Home. Another time, another place, another era. An era in which families were closely knit, childhood was synonymous with incomparable vitality, and "Un pour tous, tous pour un" summed up society's attitude toward their fellow brethren. Home. Rich golden heavens bent to gently touch the earth, take our hands, grant absolution, an indescribable benediction. A town where no one dared presume upon His grace, but all felt assured of His everlasting love. Where the heart is.