Quote for today..

“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

Passing on..

Aside

I wrote a year or so ago about my aunt who was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She’s since experienced cancer in her bones and other places in her body.  She has fought for six years and almost beat it several times, but after the passing of my grandmother (my dad’s mother) back in March of this year, (whom she was very close with) they found cancer in three places in her brain.  She’s been through the experience of dealing with that until now, and so today, it won’t be but a day or two and she’ll pass on to the next realm of existence.  My heart is wrenching, once again, and so soon…the pain is still so fresh the passing of my own “mother”.. so, I’m thinking of my Aunt and this song by Leonard Cohen seems to fits my emotions at the moment.  The song:

Show Me The Place

Show me the place where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten, I don’t know
Show me the place for my head is bending low
Show me the place where you want your slave to go

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came, I saved what I could save
A thread of light, a particle, a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to behave
There were chains so I loved you like a slave

Show me the place where you want your slave to go

Show me the place, I’ve forgotten, I don’t know
Show me the place for my head is bending low
Show me the place where you want your slave to go

The troubles came, I saved what I could save
A thread of light, a particle, a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to behave
There were chains so I loved you like a slave

Show me the place
Show me the place
Show me the place

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

Love you Auntie.. I know you’ll find rest in the arms of our loved ones that are there waiting for you.

“Twas Not Chance

‘Twas not Chance which found these two hearts entwined,
Nor cast our lots together for all time.
But Providence kind, upon us to pile
Ethereal love, (oft misunderstood, for ’tis without guile).

But ‘twixt the breath of birth and death, expired
Lies a substance, its “gifts” desired.
Nor can be ignored, this human impulse when freed
To follow its path of unabated need.

But run its course, it’s decreed it must
Like all things of nature rust.
Doomed to end when life is spent
And ever lie ‘mid dusts’ decent.

And on each faltering breath impales
Dying desire on rented swells.
But change ‘tis given by eternal release
When this poor flesh, it’s heart doth cease.

Our bond turns toward higher climes
To mature and strengthen in Eternity’s time.
For ‘tis love’s sweetness that appears!
Beyond the reach of death, it’s sphere.

And in ends instant, love’s born entire,
To expand and build, never to expire.
And resumes in force, sweeter than words expressed,
Through eternal rounds increased by God’s bequest

For ’tis this purpose love is born
Our hearts to bind on resurrection’s morn.

~e 2007~

Autumn’s Ode

Leaves, red, gold, brilliant yellow
Hang in silent hosannas
“This is Autumn!” They shout.
“We’ve lived only for this moment.”
And then, like the leave taking of love,
Are stirred, detached, flutter, and sink
Buffeted on wafts of crystal cool breaths
To rest among the melee of sister colors
Destined, alike, to wane and fade
As an ode to the dying season
…And love.
~e.