Consolatiotag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1029872013-05-10T16:00:02+02:00Consolation in time of griefTypePadI gently put my paw on youtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017eeb042ac4970d2013-05-10T16:00:02+02:002013-05-10T16:00:02+02:00I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put...SeduliaNanushka: Who knows what beautiful adventures await our spirits when we die?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef01901c06954e970b2013-05-10T15:42:17+02:002013-05-10T15:45:03+02:00who knows what beautiful adventures await our spirits when we die..... --Nan Witcomb, publishing under the name of Nanushka. Here is >a href= "http://users.senet.com.au/~nanushka/nan2.htm">her website.SeduliaTegnér: There is no heart to be found in my breasttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef019101c2d881970c2013-05-03T15:59:58+02:002013-05-03T15:59:58+02:00How long, how endless is each throb of pain! O my heart, eaten up, bled white! My heart? There is no heart to be found in my breast, only an urn with life's ashes. --Esaias Tegnér (1782-1846), Swedish poet, in...SeduliaLee Brice: Mama asked me this morning if I'd been by your gravetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef01901b839fac970b2013-04-23T17:26:27+02:002013-04-23T17:27:12+02:00Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray Half empty bottle of Gatorade Rollin' on the floorboard That dirty Braves cap on the dash Dogtags hangin' from the rear view Old Skoal can and cowboy boots And a "Go Army" shirt folded in...SeduliaVirginia Woolf: ...when the lights of health go downtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017c37ebfea9970b2013-03-19T19:55:37+01:002013-03-19T19:56:11+01:00Considering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul …it becomes strange indeed...SeduliaKenneth Patchen: Hands that shall reach icily into their warm bedstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017d4218189e970c2013-03-19T14:14:45+01:002013-03-19T14:14:45+01:00Rifle goes up does what a rifle does. Star is very beautiful: doing what a star does. Tell them, O Sleeper, that some were slain at the start of the slaughter Tell them, O Sleeper, that sleet and rain are...SeduliaThe Wife's Lament: Grief and longingtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017ee98ba740970d2013-03-19T13:54:45+01:002013-03-19T13:54:45+01:00Grief be unto one who must long for the beloved. --"The Wife's Lament" from The Exeter Book (960-990). Wa bið þam þe sceal of langoþe leofes abidan.SeduliaChristopher Hitchens: Why not you?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017c3700187a970b2013-02-21T00:34:14+01:002013-02-21T00:34:14+01:00To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: Why not? --Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011), in his posthumous book MortalitySeduliaPancol: Pain makes us growtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017ee89cde2e970d2013-02-19T18:39:35+01:002013-02-19T18:39:35+01:00We curse our hardships, but we don't realize, when they happen to us, that they will make us grow, and take us further. We don't want to know that. The pain is too great for us to see any virtue...SeduliaBible: As for man, his days are as grasstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c82d353ef017d4107bbfe970c2013-02-13T15:26:09+01:002013-02-13T15:26:09+01:00As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. --King James translation of...Sedulia