The poetry of grief: The rose

A poem that expresses hope The rose Near a shady wall a rose once grewBudded and blossomed in God’s free lightWatered and fed by morning dewShedding it’s sweetness by day and night. As it grew and blossomed fair and tallSlowly rising to loftier heightIt came to a crevice in the wallThrough which there shone a…

The poetry of grief: Fisherman’s ashes

This poem (author unknown) tells a little of what it might mean as we grieve for someone who loved fishing. Bear my ashes when I dieFar from men and let them lie,By a salmon river.Where the larches troop their ranksAnd about the river banksSilver Birches shiver. Stay not stranger, passing byFor decorous lament or sighWhere I…

The poetry of grief: Cheerful solitude

Here is a poem shared by Rosalind, a dear friend, who grieves for her beautiful daughter Hannah.  Today the sun is shining, defiantlydown on this troubled earth,boosting the budding blooms andmy heavy mood upwards and beyond. Happy now and assured, all is well.For solitude is a friend of mine, itwraps me in a cheerful blanket.Familiar…