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COMPASSION
Charmaine H. Stickel, TCF, Pittsburgh, PA
I cry when a tear rolls down your cheek
I agonize when you weep
I know that you question
I know that you pray
That you scream at night in your sleep.
I’m aware of your quavering voice when you speak
Of your blank, straightforward stare
I know of your pain, your depression, your guilt
That you search for “a face” everywhere.
I watch as you walk with your head bowed low
With despair written over your face.
I hear the quick sigh, the internal cry
I know how you wearily pace.
I see how you search, for a sign, for some hope.
That the light will still shine in our life
I know how you live, I know that you die
From the harsh words that wound, like a knife.
I empathize most with your loneliness now
Even though you’re not always alone
I see the rapture as you speak your child’s name
For, I’ve lost a son of my own.
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DANGERS OF LOVE
C.
S. Lewis
To love at all is to be
vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and
possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must be
sure to give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.
Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries: avoid all
entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your
selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless - it will change.
It will not be broken - it will become unbreakable, impenetrable,
irredeemable.
The only place where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers
and perturbations of life is hell.

♥ Time does not really heal a
broken heart -it only teaches a person how to live with it. ♥
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HOW TO BE A
COMFORTER
by Rabbi Tucker - Temple
Ramat Zion

Being a “comforter” is
a role that a person can never completely get used to. And it’s one that we
can all stand and think about and improve on.
We are all good, well-meaning people. But sometimes, without realizing
it, we can do more harm than good with our well-intentioned remarks to
people who have suffered a loss. I overhear these comments all the time. Dr.
Ron Wolfson, in his important book A Time to Mourn, has a whole chapter on
this subject. He talks about not taking the grief away from the mourner. And
we do this by saying all the things that have become clichés: “You have to
get on with your life,” “I know exactly what you’re going through,” “It’s
probably for the best,” “You need to be strong for the rest of your family,”
“It was God’s will,” and so on. All these things we say, for as well-meaning
as they sound, almost always have an opposite effect on the person we’re
trying to comfort. Why? Because phrases like these all bring the (sometimes
not-so-subtle) message that the mourner is not entitled to his or her grief,
and that they should just get over it. And mourners are usually too polite
to tell people that these words have hurt more than they have helped.
Jewish tradition understands the awkward nature of the situation and gives
us guidelines and structures to help would-be mourners. And it’s so simple.
What do you say in a house of mourning? Traditionally, nothing need to be
said at all! Just being there is a mitzvah (blessing). We are guided by the
tradition of allowing the mourner to begin the conversation. Take the
mourner’s lead, that is, if he or she wants to talk. If you must say
something, a sincere, “I’m sorry for your loss, please let me know if there
is anything I could do,” will go much further than the well intentioned
things that we tend to say. Our role is simply to be a shoulder to cry on
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A NEW YEAR
Shirley Cognard Ottman,
from The Slender Thread
- a time for looking ahead and not behind;
- a time for faith and not despair;
- a time for long great gulps of hopeful expectation.
Drink deeply, friend, so that fortified with the promises it brings, this
new year will keep you near fresh springs of healing love, where you may
come to weave old and loving memories with new understandings and acceptance
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YOU THINK
Angelia Kelemen
You think it won’t happen to you, but it does.
You think your life could never be this way, but it is.
You think you should have recognized that he was dying, but you didn’t.
You think your grief is so huge that you’ll forget to breathe, but you
don’t.
You think the sun will forget to come up, but it doesn’t.
You think the tears will stop coming, but they don’t.
You think you can’t handle the pain, but you do.
You think you’ll lose hope, but you don’t.
You think you’ll never be happy again, but you will.
You think you’ll be alone forever, but you won’t.
You think that you’ll never laugh again, but you do.
You think you can’t live without them, but you learn how. |
Grief is a sacred time, where we can arrange
our fragments into a new definition of wholeness.
- Stephanie Ericcson, Living
Enrichment Center, Wilsonville, OR
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