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Friday Poem – Grief

griefToday’s poem is called “Grief” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) and she was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era.

I had intended to do a poem about grief and loss today because my lovely cousin was called to heaven earlier in the week, but after the horrific events of last night in Nice and the recent bombings in Iraq and Bangladesh this poem seems to have even more significance today.

The poem’s meaning is all about the fact that true grief is draining on all emotions because there is no hope left.

Grief

I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death–
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Loveliness

SC has not had the best of years socially at school, and the other day he mentioned a little girl in his class.

“Mummy,” he said, “she says she hates me and it is such a shame because she used to be a beautiful girl!”

Yesterday he was rifling through a box of stuff and found his May Crown.

He put it on his head and went to show my mum, who asked what it was.

“It’s my May Crown,” he said, “mummy and I made one when we went to Beltane and we made one for mummy’s lovely friend too!”

Wouldn’t it be nice if we as grown-ups could think of everyone as lovely from the outset instead of being wary?

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The A-Z of Life – Emotions

… and no I’m not talking about 😉 and 😦 and other variations!facts

We are souls.

We have the power to love, to hate, to cherish, to hurt, to wound, to adore, the list goes on.

What would we be without emotions and feelings?

In my opinion, our emotions are what separate us from robots.

If we didn’t have the capacity to feel, we might as well be made from tin and wires.

Our feelings are what keep us going, make us fight for what we believe in, and what we all dream for.

I have feelings.

Too often mine get hurt.

I’m always the butt of everyone’s jokes.

I’m always the one who’s taken for granted.

I’m always the one that gets the blame.

I’m always the one whose heart gets broken.

I’m always the one who is a good friend.

I’m always the one who is nice!

I’m always the one who is not good enough.

I’m always the one for whom men can never commit to.

I’m always the one who no one really knows.

I’m always the one with a smile on her face and hug to bring comfort to others.

Yet I’m the one who has no one to turn to and is lonely.

But I’m always the one who also never gives up!

Why do we get all these feelings?

Why do we have to hide our feelings?

What happens if we give of our feelings and always get them thrown back in our faces?

Why are we so afraid of expressing our feelings?

What is the worst that can possibly happen?

Feeling a fool, being rejected?

It’s not so bad, you’re still alive.

Yes it hurts, it hurts like hell.

But I would rather someone know how I feel, than not.

After all if people don’t know they cannot react, one way or the other, and you would always end up wondering ‘what if’!

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