Thank you, Phyllis, for this lovely, timely poem... as my mother is in hospice. Larry Schug's opening lines, "Our bodies die like the bodies of trees. / No matter how we strive for the sky..." will stay with me in these waning days of my mother's life.
Thank you for this, Phyllis. This "song" is lovely and so beautiful to know we leave behind our own song - to not be forgotten. Blessings to you always!
This brings to mind the Indigenous belief that each human haas a song that they sing before their travel onward. I have a song and when I am in distress I do sing it. What we leave behind has meaning in energetic waves and memory....song is like that. Thank you for sharing this.
Beautiful! Blessing us all to live our best lives so that when it is time to transition, we leave beautiful songs that inspire others to live their best life! Thanks forthereminderPhyllis!❤️
Thank you, Phyllis, for this lovely, timely poem... as my mother is in hospice. Larry Schug's opening lines, "Our bodies die like the bodies of trees. / No matter how we strive for the sky..." will stay with me in these waning days of my mother's life.
I will hold you and your mother in my heart as you journey into these tender waning days.
Thank you for blessing Jan and her mother, Brigid, through these words.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Thank you, Brigid!
You are also in my prayers, Jan. This also made me think of my mom, who died of cancer in 1983. Such a beautiful poem. Prayers and love to you.
You’re a dear to wrap Jan in care, Lisa!
Thank you, Lisa.
What is your mother’s name, Jan? I will lay a blessing stone for her and you and all who love her.
Thank you, Phyllis. My mother is Darlene Haag.
I’ll lay a blessing stone for her now.
Thank you, Phyllis!
Peaceful Blessings to your mother and to you and your family!
Thank you for wrapping Jan in care!
Thank you, Myrtle.
Such beautiful truths- thank you for this!
'Each of us leave behind our own song
To comfort those left staring at the sky...'
Solace takes many forms, and I thank you for sharing this one.
Best wishes,
Casey
Your song is precious, Casey.
Thank you for this, Phyllis. This "song" is lovely and so beautiful to know we leave behind our own song - to not be forgotten. Blessings to you always!
I know the song you’re singing is precious, Thomasina!
This brings to mind the Indigenous belief that each human haas a song that they sing before their travel onward. I have a song and when I am in distress I do sing it. What we leave behind has meaning in energetic waves and memory....song is like that. Thank you for sharing this.
Lovely! Thank you for sharing this reflection.
But our souls are songbirds...
My soul's song is nourished this morning, and I thank you Phyllis, as always, for providing a raft of nourishment. 💕
May you keep singing your soul’s song with full throat!
Beautiful! Blessing us all to live our best lives so that when it is time to transition, we leave beautiful songs that inspire others to live their best life! Thanks forthereminderPhyllis!❤️
Your song is glorious, Myrtle!
Oh my, this poem knocked my melancholy sock feathers off. And the poet is a fellow Minnesotan! Thank you both, Larry and Phyllis.
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Amen.