Sing Me Your Hymn

Dedicated to those left behind: Your medley of sadness, regret, guilt, anger and love has a name:  Grief.

Little by little, grief slowly fades. But love's bloom never dies.
One More Day

One more day with my rose--
Too quickly it goes.
The bloom so sublime
Lost by time.

One more day with the song
That hummed me along,
So final and yet,
Love lingers on.

Sing me your hymn,
Alive and undimmed.  
Music that transcends,
My rose has no end. 
       ------G. Hill
Earth has no sorrows that heaven can’t heal. 
         – Thomas Moore
There is a sacredness in tears.  Not of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues, hymns of the language of love.   
         -----Washington Irving
And he shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
        -----Revelation 21:4-7


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Nancy E Buhrer says:

    I love this one Gloria- as it is so true– I remind myself frequently of Revelation as I remember how much pain and suffering both of my parents went through before they passed- I miss them every day!

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    1. I am glad to have been given a heart that feels emotions and compassion, even in grief.


      1. Nancy E Buhrer says:

        you are so right Gloria– all a part of our love for them!


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