Thankful for Loss
posted by ChibiOne | April 17, 2009
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IcerocketHello my friends. I am inspired by the poetry going around. You are all so talented. In this spirit, I am happy to share some of my own. Keep'em coming, we are building something beautiful here.
A poem for all those who have lost something they can only dream they will see again.
Thankful for Loss
Once upon a time,
when I looked at the sky,
I was entranced by the beauty,
there was no need to know why
I was here, it was enough that I was
to see, and feel; to learn, and love.
Where, oh where does that innocence go?
The ability to enjoy,
without needing to know
the how, the why, the where,
the when...
it was so much simpler then.
Just sailing through life,
thinking it all so grand --
so much less strife,
with no need to defend
how you understand.
Maybe, however, that is why
it went so fast:
No real appreciation
of the fact that it wouldn't last.
Perhaps that is why
our joy must go by.....
....Maybe only our longing for what we've had,
and done,
can make us grateful for
what is now, and
what is to come?
Comments
loss
— Apr 22, 2009
last evening two of my dogs ran off to chase something in the woods as we were taking our daily walk. It was late... almost dark... not the best time for walking dogs in the woods. Moments later I heard Shorty's loud yelp... and then complete silence. After about five minutes and they hadn't returned I thought uh-oh.... cougar!... When they still hadn't returned after another five minutes or so, tears formed and I began to cry, then bawl...and bawl and bawl... melodrama like I haven't ever indulged before.... soon I was blubbering... yelling out their names...we live in the middle of a forest on the side of a mountain... nearest neighbor lives over a mile away... I really let loose!... twenty minutes of that, nearing exhaustion, I found the second dog walking along quietly in the dark with his tail between his legs... happy to see him, but convinced his demeanor bode poorly for my little cocker spaniel, 'Shorty.'... my bellowing and hollering his name continued unabated.... I felt quite calm but my agony was irrepressible....
twenty feet away from the head of the path to our shelter a small form emerged from the darkness, wagging its stub of a tail... totally unscathed.... I was so glad to see him!.... but the bawling continued... only subsiding as we got to our gate and went inside....
Shorty now has total carte-blanche... bark, jump up on visitors, scratch at his bed to prepare it for napping, dig holes in the yard.... doesn't matter.... no problem shorty!
It is clear to me that my carrying on was completely unrelated to the dogs' disappearance... they only triggered something that very much need doing....dogs!...gotta love 'em....
eserudy
Their unconditional love
— Apr 23, 2009
Their unconditional love often helps fill a hole that is missing in today's world. At one time, that would have been given by an entire community of persons whom we had grown up with.
Now, we are generally surrounded by those who want to pretend we are strangers.
Because of this, the unquestioning love and dedication of a canine seems that much more profound. Glad you found your puppy. ^_~
"You must *be* the change you wish to see in the world."
Mahatma Gandhi
