somehow.....not even
the gentle trill of nearby birds
can reach me. not the wind
lifting the heavy veil of summer,
or the cat hoping to lure me out
into the blue vault day.
sunday, silent sunday
the weight of forever beats it's dirge
in the pounding of my heart.
nothing, nothing to do but sit alone
in silent longing
for those so sorrowfully gone.
to let the white hot pain,
that has tied up my heart
loose.
oh,
to hear the birds again.
feel the wind.
I love what you've done with this image.
Posted by: 3rdEyeMuse | July 26, 2009 at 11:14 AM
YOU did hear the bird's gentle trill! YOU will FEEL again! Death is soOOo final, too real for our minds and hearts to comprehend, numbing our senses in one second and then anger finding it's way in and then finally out, out soOOOo LOVE can fill in once again! Sending LOVE and prayers and thinking of YOU! Hoping YOU feel a gentle breeze soon, the wind is the Lord's treasure. Psalm 135;7
Posted by: Cinda Rae Oliverio | July 27, 2009 at 10:07 PM
Dear Rebecca, I'm sooooo sorry about your loss and sending you love, prayers and hugs from across the miles. Thinking of you & take care, Wini xox
Posted by: wini | July 28, 2009 at 01:46 AM
Thinking of you...I don't know the details, but fear I do understand...and have been there...if you need to talk.
Posted by: Stephanie | July 28, 2009 at 09:26 PM