(Note: This is fictitious. My experience only via peers)
Poets are often out of balance
When extolling the beauty of silence.
The quietness after the screaming child
The stillness of a storm turned mild
The absence of a ringing bell
The peace that reigns where love doth dwell.
Very seldom do they write
Of a fearful couple in the night
In shock that comes from a doctor’s report
They have no words; they have no resort.
Of frugal efforts to hold back death
When love’s alone
and breath
has gone.
Silence.
Silence beckons me toward more sorrow.
But listen. Voices call me to tomorrow.
Aww, things can never be the same
But I’m grateful for sons who bear his name.
Poets are often out of balance
When extolling the beauty of silence.
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JustJotIt for January 21, prompt “silence”
https://lindaghill.com/2017/12/27/what-is-just-jot-it-january-2018-rules/
Image thanks to Pixabay
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Really insightful contrast on the reality of life.
Thank you. I have a lot of widow peer who live alone. As my husband stirs around in the next room, I’m reminded how lonely they must be.
Wow… powerful.
Thanks, lynn. Much appreciate that.
great contrast to our usual version of silence and a more crippling one … widowhood, well done Oneta!
Thanks, calmkate. I only have lived the second hand pain. Not anxious for my own. My husband is five years older than I but he is in very good health and takes eating, exercise and all that very seriously. I appreciate you and your sweet words. 😀
glad of that, my mother and sister have known this but at least they were widowed within six months of each other and have been a huge support for each other over the years 🙂
When these things happen people generally stay close by for a while but time separates so many. I’m glad your mother and sister have each other. Thank you. How are your new ventures turning out? 😀
evolving slowly, lots of running around govt depts tomorrow to make my interstate move ‘official’ 🙂
Change Post Office, Social Security, voters location, driver’s license – Yuck, it is a mess.
exactly and as it’s an interstate move it’s even more mucky!
Stunning, Oneta xx
Thank you very much, my dear. 😀
You’re welcome 😘
Wow! A very insightful look at silence!
Thank you, joyroses. I’ve been with a couple people at passing time. It was quiet! I’m sure that is not true in accidents and such like, but in truth death comes silently.
Many widows in my circle of present friends. The ones who have learned the value of silence as the Peace of God as a contrast to loneliness which is the reality of those who have found the emptiness of widowhood is often from the lack of inspirational endeavours which some have learned their whole life long. A very insightful look at silence in your blog. Thought provoking. Thank you.
Thank you, Faye. I just can’t image the aloneness feeling one must have without knowing the Lord’s presence and comfort, and the hope of tomorrow!
Beautifully written, Oneta, and so true. Once silence drives you to peace, the other can be totally terrifying.
Thank you, Calen. And yes, death can be terrifying. The only deaths I have been personally involved with are people of strong faith who really were ready to move on the the other side. That does not mean those of us who were left were welcoming of it, however.