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The Epiphany
There are no words; no gestures; nothing
that will ease the pain, merely dull it for
a brief instant and then it returns to remind us
that we are, after all -- and at best -- fallen angels
desperately hoping for the gift of wings. All too
often we forget our true natures until a ... force ...
comes along that is so powerful all doubt is once
again removed. The poet John Donne began one
of his marvelous poems on this subject. The
opening lines are victorious while at the same time
recognizing the power and the push/pull of life and
death. Just a few lines, if you will indulge me. "Death
be not proud, for it is not so. And soonest our best
men to thee do go, rest of their bones and soul's delivery."
The poem ends thusly: "Why swellest thou, then. One short sleep passed and we shall wake at last; and death, thou shalt be no more. Death, thou shalt die."
I write these words in great empathy and sorrow and, I must confess, from memory, so please forgive any errors when you read the much lengthier original.
posted by
joab1
on May 14, 2007 at 1:13 PM
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trisha
Everyone should read this post. It touched my heart in many ways.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 11, 2007 at 11:15 AM
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SO real and open. Your writing touched my heart and soul.
posted by
4Bare
on May 6, 2007 at 9:53 PM
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It is a heart rending post .You proved to be a geat mother of this century.
posted by
afzal50
on May 6, 2007 at 8:20 AM
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Your post is full of beautiful honesty and great wisdom. For that I salute
you with respect!
posted by
Chilitree
on May 5, 2007 at 11:29 PM
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