Words for the Journey

All her life she slept with one pillowthen she found him and the One became Two.She'd sleep on her tummy he'd sleep on his sidesometimes their feet touching always their souls intertwined.

  When you open the doorway to Heaven You will see all the beauty insideThe Angels will be there to meet youAnd Jesus will smile with Pride The light will take all of your worries And God will fill you with pure love The choir will sing pure sweet music As you start your new journey above 

The Pocket Knife  - by Shannon Brook

I’m standing on the cornerWith the traffic passing byThe clouds are over head

How are you suppose to move on, when your life has been slammed in to a brick wall? How are you suppose to make sense of things, when nothing makes any sense at all? Life as you knew it does not exsist any more. What do you do now? Where do you go from here? How do you live with the paralizing  pain, the loneliness, the anger and the guilt?

Your VoiceI want to hear your voice but it is no more yours than the song of a nightingaleenjoying springis mineI want to hear your voicebut it is no more yoursthan the whistle of soft windblowing through the tress is mine

We never wanted you to bleed for us. We needed you to cry with us. We needed you to remember, for a little while, a life so precious. We needed you to say 'I don't know your pain but here is my shoulder.' We needed you to acknowledge a mother who lost her son, a parent who lost their child, a sibling who lost their brother/sister.

 You never got to say goodbyeThere’s things you didn’t sayI just want you to understand

If your energy is focused on the negatives around you, then you may find that all of the positive people in your life have taken a step back.  This will leave behind only the like minded people in your path who's focus is the same as yours.

There is a wish among us, one that can be granted. I wish those who have not entered this journey would educate themselves, just a little, in understanding the path we have been forced to take. Sadly, many will not notice this road until they themselves set their feet on its clay. It is then they will look back and see the folly of their words, the misconceived ideas of what grief is.

To live authentically and fully, I had to turn away from the shadows that were dogging me