Thursday, January 24, 2013

More Than Words - Tears

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(23 Jan 2013 -- Today a much loved member of our Family passed beyond Earthly cares. She now resides with the Angels, and lives in our memories and Hearts. We will miss her loving ways, smile, warmth, and humor.
 
~Dorothy Hazel Tarr)




MORE THAN WORDS - TEARS
 
There are times when Tears have not words.
 
Tears flow at birthings, graduations, weddings, divorce, and for the last breath.
Tears show the depth of joy, the acuteness of pain, hope for the future, and regret for the past.
 
Tears flow for what has gone and can never more be.
Tears show the depth of love and caring in those left behind, for those whose memory are kept alive in Heart and Mind.
 
Tears flow when the Mind remembers and the Heart fills to overflowing.
Tears show not just an eye drop of water, but a Heart full of emotion.
 
Tears flow to humble the Heart in prayer, and bend the knee in supplication.
Tears show not just a droplet upon the cheek, but an ocean swell upon a Heart.
 
Tears flow for the path of grief, of change and loss that awaits.
Tears show springing forth from a memory, and bring those gone from us, back.
 
There are tears, freshened by memory, which clear the vision, and hold those gone from us, close.
 
(~Dorothy Hazel Tarr (C) 2013)

 

Monday, January 21, 2013

Redolent Dreams

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[21 Jan 2013 – The first page of any offering sets the theme and begins a Journey.  Proffered in this new blog, are thoughts of whimsy, tears of loss, joy of renewal, and hope of Promises fulfilled.  ~Dorothy Hazel Tarr]


Just past the sunset --
And over the sunrise --
Lies a new day redolent --
With Life's Promise --
[~ Dorothy Hazel Tarr,  (C) 2013 ]

 
Where lives Life's Necessities –
On the Bookshelf of Life's Dream.
[ ~ Dorothy Hazel Tarr,  (C) 2013 ]

  
The wind is changing -
It caught my Dreams up -
Then carried them aloft –
 
Aft' daylight lifts sleep's curtain –
O' mid-night hides day's shadows –
Dream's necessity lingers in my surreality.
[ ~ Dorothy Hazel Tarr,  (C) 2013 ]

Aft' daylight lifts sleeps' curtain -
O/ mid-night hides day's shadows -
Dream's necessity lingers in surreality.
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Below is a poem written by my maternal cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.  Emily never married during her life – but was full of feelings and thoughts that found their expression through her pen into the written word. 
 [ ~ Dorothy Hazel Tarr,  (C) 2013 ]

 
Dreams – are well – but Waking's better,
If One wake at Morn –
If One wake at Midnight – better –
Dreaming – of the Dawn –
 
Sweeter – the Surmising Robins –
Never gladdened Tree –
Than a Solid Dawn – confronting –
Leading to no Day –

 
Poem #450 by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, written about age 32, an American poet, born in Amherst, Massachusetts (born December 10, 1830 – died May 15, 1886).

 
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