The shrill call of the telephone, a voice struggling for breath from one in deep pain, on the other end. “Daddy, I can take the pain no longer, I’m going to go home…” After thirty months of suffering, his wish granted, he died two days later in the arms of his brother, surrounded by his family. My Boy left us…..
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com
Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I?
Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder.
Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind is but a knave seeking willful sporte.
Hello to all my family, friends, followers and readers.
I am excited, as I’m sure you are, that today, January 1st 2019 has dawned.
I am convinced that as the ancient scriptures say, “….there are three things that remain – faith, hope and love – and the greatest of these is love”. (1Cor.13:13).
There is no doubt in my mind, that when we have faith in the accomplishment of our dreams – they will come to pass. If we are blessed with the gift of faith, then we are rich.
However, where our faith is weak, there is always hope. Hope keeps us moving through the suffering, pain, loneliness, loss, fear and the many other human traumas that we experience along life’s long rocky road. Hope gives us the strength to push on.
Yet, it is said in these words of wisdom that faith and hope will pass away in due course and the only one to remain, will be love. Of course, the love that these words of wisdom speak about is not the romantic love that is so exciting when we experience it; it is not the love we have for our Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, but it is the love we have for ourselves, our fellow humans; the gratitude we experience for the world in which we live in and also the many different experiences we go through in this life.
The mystery in discovering this Love, that the ancient words speak of, is found in in it’s advice to: “…….ask and you will be given what you ask for, seek and you will find, ….” (Matt. 7:7).
Have you ever asked for love, to come and live inside you, to become part of you? If love is the only lasting quality, then you are wise to ask for it, wise to search for it.
My hope for you is that this year of 2019 will be the best year of your life, that all your dreams will be fulfilled, that you learn how to negotiate the rocky parts of your journey through life, with peace, joy and contentment in your heart.
Above all, I wish that you will find the great everlasting love.
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The trip to Australia and the stringent interviewing process, which was conducted over three, sixteen hour, days was a real eye opener for the Father and ended with him and two others being thanked for their attendance and participation. The three candidates were told that they would be notified about the results of the interview within two working weeks and then they were taken to the airport.
Who knows what lies in the mind of a child? Dreams and hopes, fears and sorrows. A child who seeks from those whose love and care is craved, just a smile, a word of approval, a touch of a hand, carried on a shoulder big and strong; lifted up and tossed into the air, then safely caught in strong hands…….
Who knows what lies in the mind of a child?
Who hears the cry of the child within and does not feel their pain. Does not feel their loneliness? Who hears the cry of the child within and does not sense their abandonment. Does not feel their longing for tenderness, understanding?
Wednesday morning 4.30 am, I lay awake knowing that today I will scatter my son’s ashes.
I force myself out of bed; dawn is breaking and I go out into the garden, where I laid my son’s ashes some weeks ago. Still in my pajamas, I lift my son’s ashes, in a tiny box, from under a rose bush and take them inside, placing them on the table. I stand, there, alone and dazed, not even able to think. There’s no one that I can turn to, no one that can hold me and comfort my shocked soul. Tears are falling, but I’m not crying.
It is said, that no parent should have to bury their child.
Yet, in the span of our lives, we are not given the choice; there are many of us parents, who are given the painful task of burying our children.
Since time immemorial, certain parents have been handed this painful task; a task that came upon them suddenly and in shock, because a death of a child should not be theirs to realize.