On Grieving – Wyleian Sonnet CCXXVI
Someone (un-named) of whom I’m rather fond,
whose mother passed into the great beyond
some years ago, has never ceased to grieve.
Unfortunately, she does not believe.
Of afterlife or spirits not convinced
or promises the Bible has evinced,
she lacks the comfort which God’s Words provide
to those who, in His Love and Faith, abide.
To have Belief one first must build one’s Faith
and trust God’s Word and what The Good Book saith.
I too God’s Word once questioned in the past
but tragedy has made my Faith more fast.
If only she could share in my belief,
I wish that somehow, it would ease her grief.
Hugh Wyles, July 29th. 2008.
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Very beautiful
Dearest Hugh,
I couldn't agree more with you. Do our grieving when a loved one dies, but learn to carry on with life, our loved ones do not want us to give up on living and if we keep on grieving they cannot move on to start their new life. They will always be near us when we need them and they make their presence known.
It's so sad that your friend hasn't let her loved one go.
Very beautiful.
Love Jenny.
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Dear Hugh,
I feel so sad for your friend who doesn't believe that life goes on, that there's nothing there after we leave our earthly bodies. There is no death, just a shedding of this body we live in, the soul never dies, it's spirit lives on. This friend is missing out on so much by not allowing her loved one to come through and comfort them. A beautiful endearing Sonnet to be added to your Wyleian collection.
Simply beautiful.
Love always
Bea
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The eloquent intentions,
the faith born intonations
may just echo back like radar,
though heartfelt they are.
How disheartening to the one who cares,
that the beliefs aren't those the griever shares.
When homeowners view walls with cracked plaster,
professing belief will not repair the disaster.
Take heart, well-wisher, for the disconsolate griever
may fare better if she were to be the receiver
of hands on activity by a professional contractor,
not re-plastering, but the people factor.
Involvement, participation, a new center to her life
may bring joy again slowly, replace the strife.
With new friends, new interests, new assistance,
then to new beliefs, less resistance.
May your words bring solace to your friend,
dear Hugh, realizing the many ways to an end.
You are fortunate your beliefs are strong,and that in your life they carry you along.
Warm hugs to you for your loving efforts,
M-C
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Oh the photo is just heartbreaking. If this poem is about a child, well, I don't dismiss God. I think more on the lines of Yemassee. I practice my Native ways. That said, a child is a child. They don't understand the profoundness of life, faith and love. They only know their world is shattered. A child's loss isn't cured or eased by faith but rather with the love, support and caring of those around them. Developing faith in any religion comes with time and age. Your poem is beautiful Hugh and the picture is.....wow.....you can just feel her being in a broken place!!
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(I'll ignore a part of a comment below which irritates me to no end.)
I will just say that non-belief is as much a matter of conviction as belief is. I am one who lives it, and as much as is possible, understands it. It doesn't have to be in conflict with belief, (despite how some on both sides my try to make it.) it is just as fundamental, and legitimate as the belief in God, and just as incomprehensible to the other side.
I'm sorry for your friend. I'm very close to my mom and so this pain touches me also. Maybe faith is the key, some people find new values through introspection and better understanding...maybe more immediately she needs help on a more local level, a grief counselor, a healthy network of friends, a therapist.
I'll leave belief open as an option, but it has to come to me, I can't go to it...real belief only works that way.
And yes, I am done.
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The Hugh I know and Love
Such tender wishes for one so blind.
I am sure though, that by now
she will have changed her mind
You did the very best my friend
and I'm sure your messge got through
in the end.
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