Pages tagged with Grief
Molly the cat spent her days outside hunting and inside cuddling on our laps until the day we lost her to a car accident. This is the story of a beloved pet and all the lessons she taught us.
It's not every day Dennis gets an email from Heaven, from Nathaniel--one of Jesus' disciples to be exact. The series of emails take care of the wi-fi problems and Nathaniel's headache and helps Dennis move toward getting over his grief.
This is a poem I wrote for a friend that I cared for deeply, who lost his little brother in a tragic accident at 24 years old during our time together. It seemed the only way I could memorialize the empathic grief that I felt with him and deal with the reality that in such times of i...
I have always questioned whether or not I am cursed. I have my good and bad days just like anyone else, and I wrote this during one of my not so good days.
This is a poem on the futility of war. War only brings destruction, unhappiness, death and sorrow. Of what use are wars when lives are lost.
Wishing for happiness and peace always.
This is my poem of the Easter message telling us all that The Saviour did, because of His love for us .
This is a personal experience I had when one of the cows died in a small herd of cattle we had in a pasture near my home. It was incredible to watch the scene unfold and the respect shown the old leader of their herd.
Her sightless eyes, still wide open, gazed at me accusingly, I thought, her legs bent unnaturally because of the rigours of the heart-attack that had taken her life.
November is the month of mourning and grieving according to the Christian traditions. Most of the Christians commemorate their demised relatives and friends, visit cemeteries and pray for them. Etiquette of grief is an art expressed in many aesthetic ways.
Children suffer from grief just as adults do. However, for them, it can be much harder for them to appropriately express their feelings. Here are some helpful ideas on how to get your child to successfully handle their grief.
I passed that night under her louvres,
she gazed; velvet her glance 'n' braw,
A story about an erotic affair in a small town, after the war.
This is a poem I wrote (albeit 4 years later!) in response to the death of my Grandmother.
I wrote this after my grandmother died. I don't really think it's my best but it was good to vent.
When you lose very dear persons to the cold hands of death, it begs the question of the essence of life itself. I'm in that valley of thought today. Ever been there?
This Grief Poetry Collection is dedicated to all of those who have lost a loved one, including myself.
After the funeral is over, left alone with grieving thoughts
There should never be a reason to cause unhappy doubts.
Friends, in-laws and acquaintances call to express their grief,
Not to look around for possessions, treasured by the deceased.
Here is a poem of May, a gentle month of spring, a time and perhaps even a place ...
Bulimia and depression dogged her life, made public by an avaricious press, whose hunger for news was blamed for the car chase that led to her death, yet she was incredibly selfless
The freeing of the soul offers a peek into heaven through nature's open door...
These are the lyrics to the song I wrote in memory of my sister and mother. This song is displayed on youtube with me singing it and playing the keyboard.
Madeline Elliot, a 45 year old divorcee had a gift, a gift she really didn't want.. Psychic from birth, she hid her ability away, refused to acknowledge it until a chance meeting changed the direction of her life completely...'A Leap Of Faith' is the concluding Chapter of a short stor...
Madeline Elliot, a 45 year old divorcee had a gift, a gift she really didn't want.. Psychic from birth, she hid her ability away, refused to acknowledge it until a chance meeting changed the direction of her life completely...'A Leap Of Faith' is the Second Chapter of a short story, t...
