No Hearses in Heaven
Encouraging words when dealing with grief & loss3 total reviews
Comment from Dawn Munro
When you meet someone grieving... (I am not this protagonist, by the way... *smile*)
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'Perhaps it is so, I really can't say,
for lost in grief's fog, I have lost my way -
Are the streets paved in gold,
are my loved ones all there?
Do the angels rejoice -
does God really care?
One day I might know if it's truth that you speak,
but for now all I see is a world that is bleak...'
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I read something on Facebook that made such an impression -- it speaks of grief, and how to respond when someone is deep in its throes. Your poem reminds me of just how uplifting people can be. Well done.
reply by the author on 08-Apr-2022
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When you meet someone grieving... (I am not this protagonist, by the way... *smile*)
~~
'Perhaps it is so, I really can't say,
for lost in grief's fog, I have lost my way -
Are the streets paved in gold,
are my loved ones all there?
Do the angels rejoice -
does God really care?
One day I might know if it's truth that you speak,
but for now all I see is a world that is bleak...'
~~
I read something on Facebook that made such an impression -- it speaks of grief, and how to respond when someone is deep in its throes. Your poem reminds me of just how uplifting people can be. Well done.
Comment Written 05-Apr-2022
reply by the author on 08-Apr-2022
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Thank you, Dawn. I've dealt with a lot of grief during this covid period. Lost five people I loved dearly last year alone. I wrote this poem in 2019 when my MIL moved to heaven as a way to deal with my grief for myself, yet my joy for her sweet release. Thanks also for the five-star rating!
Comment from Carolyn Dooley
This poem brought back memories on the day of the funeral. That haunting memorial and the black hearse carrying my husband
to the Veterans grave yard. You brought up great points
about heaven, where there's no tears. Thank you for sharing this post.
reply by the author on 30-Mar-2022
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This poem brought back memories on the day of the funeral. That haunting memorial and the black hearse carrying my husband
to the Veterans grave yard. You brought up great points
about heaven, where there's no tears. Thank you for sharing this post.
Comment Written 29-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 30-Mar-2022
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You are so welcome, Carolyn. Last year I lost five people, each of whom I was very close to and loved very much. This poem was born out of my reflections on life, death and how I view the afterlife. I hope it brought you comfort and peace. Thanks for reading, commenting and the excellent rating!
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I am still having a hard time. Thank you.
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I understand, Carolyn. I've suffered eight losses over the past five years. I found this organization to be very helpful in navigating the grief process. Perhaps you will find it helpful too: www.griefshare.org
Comment from Anne Johnston
No hearses in Heaven - I like that. Over the past couple of years, people have lost so many loved ones and in a lot of cases were not able to even attend the funerals. But we have a hope beyond the grave that we will be together again for eternity. Very well done on this poem.
reply by the author on 30-Mar-2022
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No hearses in Heaven - I like that. Over the past couple of years, people have lost so many loved ones and in a lot of cases were not able to even attend the funerals. But we have a hope beyond the grave that we will be together again for eternity. Very well done on this poem.
Comment Written 29-Mar-2022
reply by the author on 30-Mar-2022
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Thank you, Anne. Last year, I lost my mom, a sister and three other loved ones, all before their time. I spent all of last year grieving my losses and contemplating my own mortality, mindful that I do not have the luxury of dis-engaging from life as we know it despite my grief. You are correct about the part of not being able to attend funerals -- although I created PowerPoint slides for the memorial services of three of my loved ones, I had to attend their services virtually, which was very unfortunate. I really wanted to be there in person. Thanks for taking time to read, comment and rate this poem. Your thoughtful comments mean the world to me.
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You are welcome. Without the Lord, these things would be very hard to bear.