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Friday, April 6, 2012
Good Friday.
What are your experiences with mourning or describe what it's like for you to mourn.
any grief or mourning is individual, unique, one in its likeness. But I think there is a tangible same-ness to the grief experienced by mothers who lose their children to death. a universality of the ebb and flow of daily living without such a piece of one's heart or soul when that happens.
These are the lyrics to the song I will be singing tonight during the Good Friday Worship. It's by Samuel Barber, called "The Crucifixion"
At the cry of the first bird they began to crucify thee, O Swan! Never shall lament cease because of that. It was like the parting of day from night. Ah sore was the suffering borne by the body of Mary's son. But, sorer still was the grief that, for his sake, came upon his mother.
Sixty-eight years old,
ReplyDeleteStill picturing my mom, young,
Ribbons in her hair
—Dave Patneaude
Sweet smoke from his pipe,
Brown fedora, Army jokes
That made my mom blush
—Dave Patneaude
At the time of your departing
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There was shock, and desolation,
Tears that fell like rain.
At the time of your passing
Beyond the reach of my voice,
There was mourning, with consolation
Resting in faith.
At the time of your dying
To this life and breathing,
There was hope of transformation
Born into new life.
any grief or mourning is individual, unique, one in its likeness. But I think there is a tangible same-ness to the grief experienced by mothers who lose their children to death. a universality of the ebb and flow of daily living without such a piece of one's heart or soul when that happens.
ReplyDeleteThese are the lyrics to the song I will be singing tonight during the Good Friday Worship. It's by Samuel Barber, called "The Crucifixion"
At the cry of the first bird
they began to crucify thee, O Swan!
Never shall lament cease because of that.
It was like the parting of day from night.
Ah sore was the suffering borne by the body of Mary's son.
But, sorer still was the grief
that, for his sake,
came upon his mother.
by Pat Mason
ReplyDeleteOne I had loved is gone.
Not forever, but gone for now.
I'm still standing.
I'm glad.
There were times that I wasn't sure I would be.
But where would the hope be in that?
I Mourn
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For all who die as result of
senseless, avoidable violence;
children who die from disease
or violence or who are forever
scarred, never getting help.
For human decency
smothered or trampled
by eye-for-eye and
egocentric stampedes.
For people in countries
engaged in power struggles,
within and without who
are killed, maimed,
starved and imprisoned.
That the list of the
broken, the clueless,
and the hungry for food,
respect, and love
grows longer.
That intentially or mindlessly,
I contribute still to
the crucifixtion of love,
failing to yell "NO!"