Sunday, November 01, 2009

augustine on grief: a confession paraphased (4.4.7)

The darkness of grief closes in upon the heart
the loss of human love more real
than the unseen power of hymns and creeds.
Weeping alone brings consolation,
the intensity becomes a source of comfort
a friend who fills the absence.

With the passage of time,
there is healing.
The cycle of seasons renews the mind
and day by day there are gifts
of memory and hope.

Blessed are those who love you
and love their friends in you.
No one is lost in your love,
for you have created us
and we are always in your presence.

Show us your face.


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