The Grieving Bee.

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Bees, death, flowers, grief, live in the moment, love, Pinterest photo-awesomeinventions.com, Pinterest photo-Mohan Duwal., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Take risks.

Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. Still Flying by Mohan Duwal on Fivehundredpx.com.

Jack was a very curious bee,

Still he avoided the boundless sea.

He knew if he fell in to the waves,

He’d never know nectar from a pear tree.

So he huddled near by, under a leaf,

With hope in his heart and the strong belief,

That someday he could find love again

If he could live through this terrible grief:

 

He once loved a bee as sweet as wine,

And he made her his valentine.

She would race from him to the flowers

And dance with him before she’d dine.

They came together one stormy night.

She laid by him, snuggled in tight.

He wanted her for the rest of his life.

He found her dead in the morning light.

 

She had fallen down

From the tree to the ground.

She had fallen so quickly

Without a sound.

He mourned her for days

Her sweet, gentle ways.

He’d imagine her dancing

In  the sun’s rays.

Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. awesomeinventions. com.

 

He decided to travel home for a while,                        

And try to forget her wonderful smile.

He traveled back to where he was born,

Knowing full well he was in denial.

He learned that: Bees come and die;

Sometimes there just isn’t a why;

Live in each moment as much as you can;

And don’t let good love pass you by.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Grieve For Me When I Die.

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death, Don't grieve for me., God, grief, joy in heaven., nature, peace, Pinterest photo- howiefarkes.com, poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Preparing to die.

 

Found on Pinterest on 3-8-17. Summertime Magic. howiefarkes.com

 

Lay me down, beside the still water

Where the wild flowers grow,

And the rush of the wind

Bends the grass to and fro.

Turn my face towards the sun,

So its rays will keep me warm.

Build a shelter over me

To protect me from the storm.

Please, do not grieve for me

As I cross to the other side,

For there are trees and flowers,

And God’s arms are opened wide.

He will cradle and rock me

Until I’m strong again.

I will soon feel  peace

And joy growing within.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

Grief Is Like A River.

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and Joy., grief, Pinterest photo, poetry by Yu/stan/kema, sorrow, There is sadness in that., We all yearn for what we can't have.

Grief is like a river

That has no end.

You yearn for things     

You can’t have,

What might have been.

Found on Pinterest on 7-14-16.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is full of joy

You hold tight to,

For it enliven’s living

In ways you can’t forget.

Things become brand new.

 

Sorrow lives forever

Deep within the soul.

It’s never forgotten,

Though life is good.

We yearn to be whole.

Yu/stan/ kema

 

 

Long-Time Friends.

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Article by Yu/stan/kema., forgetfulness, grief, Long-time friendships., love, memory, old age, Pinterest photo quote., Pinterest photos., The effects of time on friendship., Winnie the Pooh quote., Youth

Found on Pinterest on 11-2-15.

When we were young, we shared so many things: We danced in the rain and skipped rope in the sunshine. We told each other secrets and wrote our names in the sand. We swore to God  we’d be friends forever. There was love in our hearts, a song in our souls, and  truth in our words. We laughed while sipping tea and watched movies and cried. I swear, back then, we could read each other’s minds and give smiles that could light the darkness. We spoke words that set our souls on fire.

I knew our friendship was forever. We said we would grow old together and lean always on each other in the good times and the bad. We took for granted each golden moment and watched the sands of time drift through our nimble fingers. We should have found the time to hug each other more. We should have spoken the  words more often that would comfort our hearts in times of severe adversity.

We could not know then, that time would  erase  pieces of our cherished memories. That age would rob us of our strength and agility, and dim the light of love within our eyes. We thought we were so invincible, so strong, and powerful. We believed we could save the world with our magic words and solve the problems of the universe.

Found on Pinterest on 11-2-15.

As the years passed, I saw my friend slowly disappear. My caring words were forgotten in the hallways of time, and my name became  elusive and difficult for her to find. Confusion  soon replaced the smiles upon her face that once lit up my world. She could not recall the funny things we did or the places we visited.

It felt like some part of me was dying, some vital part of me missing, that had held the joy of  our friendship and the shared moments of our lives. My grief became inconsolable as I realized there were forces stronger than our friendship tearing us apart. My heart wept rivers of tears which formed a lake within my soul.

There came a time when I finally understood  the nature of love, that it burned with an  eternal flame .Every time we think it will die, it flames anew. I still carry with me the memories of her smile, her laughter, and her joy. They live forever in my heart. And when we meet on the other side, and we become as new, our fires will light the path to our hearts, and our friendship will start anew.

Yu/stan/kema                                                                                                                                        

Found on Pinterest on 11-3-15. Winnie the Pooh.

Tears Help the Heart To Heal.

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Google+ picture, grief, healing the heart, poetry, tears, Things to grieve for.

A friend asked me why,

Why do you grieve about her? 

Why after all this time?

And I replied, full of surprise,

Why wouldn’t I?

We had fought

In a war together,

Reached impossible goals,

Why wouldn’t I grieve?

Somebody came 

To help me face

The darkest night

Of my soul.

Why wouldn’t I grieve?

She wiped away

the tears 

From my eyes

When I thought

My heart

Would break.

Why wouldn’t I grieve?.

She knew the fears,

I carried inside.

She accepted me

With my wounded pride,

Found on Google + on 3-20-15. 19 1.

And all the memories

I could not hide.

Why wouldn’t I grieve?

Yu/stan/kema

The Price Of Love.

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Google+ photo., grief, loving someone, pain, Pinterest quote., price of love, walking away.

Love carries a heavy price when it comes and dwells inside our heart. We feel such joy for a while, such unbelievable joy. The world is brighter, our thoughts happier, our step is lighter. We believe for a period of time we can be whatever we strive to become. We believe we will always be accepted, appreciated, respected, until the day comes when we are not.

We are told, ” I am too busy to care, too busy to give, too selfish to receive anything from you I do not need or like.” It matters not that the gift came from your heart, and you made it with your hands because you wanted to uplift, inspire, give beauty to those you care about.

And so, we awaken to the reality of what is. We stare in shock, than shame, and later anger that the gift of ourselves  that we gave with such joy means nothing. That who we are as a person means nothing. The tears come, and with it, the wailing of a broken-heart who believed again in love that could not last or never really was. The grief comes and we are filled by it. The grief shatters us like delicate glass thrown against a brick wall, leaving little behind that resembles what we once had or was. We pick up the pieces like  old people weighed down by the passing of time. And we put away our dreams, our hopes , and we learn to walk away because it is the only way we can keep a shadow of our self-respect. Love has a price and it is pain.  Yu/stan/kema.

Calm-before-the storm. Dave Morrow. Found on Google + on 1-12-15.

Grief. Author Unknown. Found on Pinterest on Nov. 23, 2014.

SOMETIMES I GET WEARY.

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God, grief, loss of innocence, loss of the ideal, Pinterest quote., prayer, weary

Found on Pinterest on 1-16-15.

All of us at times get to the place where we have to retreat, away from people, to find solace, to find a place to heal. We become battered in trying to believe man can reach out and be all that he is meant to be. We need to retreat when we realize that people can fail us, disappoint us. That what we thought was real is not real. It is hard when we find out that people are not who you thought they were. You end up feeling a deep sadness and you grieve for them and you also grieve for yourself. You grieve for the lost ideal, the loss of innocence, and the loss of trust. Sometimes you want it so much, that shared connection to God, that you become blinded by reality. It is then that we must find something bigger than us, finer than us, so we can finally let go and weep. This quote  is excellent for describing this state of the heart.

Yu/stan/kema

Grieving Is Never Easy.

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acceptance, Google, grief, grieving process, helping, higher power, hope, loss, moving on, routine

Found on Google+ on Oct. 26,14. Moray.

Grief

In this last month,  I have personally been involved in the grieving process and have been  able to relate with others who were grieving. Grieving exhausts the human soul and pulls all energy out of the body. It leaves one weak with the intense need to meet the needs of those suffering. These principles are so important when working with your own loss or someone else’s:

1. Everyone grieves in their own unique way and it is important to remember not to make judgments about those who don’t grieve the way you do. Some people work on tasks to distract themselves from the pain and seem to regain a sense of control over their lives while working or creating projects. Others cry copious tears because they need relief from the emotions that threaten to overwhelm them. Some need to escape by reading, watching movies, and talking a lot about unimportant things. Others isolate themselves because they need the time to heal, to gather their resources. It is important to let them grieve in their own way for a while.

2. The grieving need hope in order to survive. Some times what is needed the most is to say a word, touch a hand, sit silently and just share their pain, bring something for them to eat, read devotions,  pray with them, and  let them tell you with their words or body reactions what might be helpful to them.

3. The grieving need to re-establish a routine, the structure that held their lives together before the loss  occurred. This helps to  reorient them  in the midst of chaos, provides a sense  of the familiar, and a sense of security.

4. Every one that grieves needs help in moving on. Some times this means being tough and encouraging them to face the future and care for themselves properly. They need help in order to find new meaning in living and purpose for their lives.

5. Every one who grieves needs the help of a higher power, in whatever  form is acceptable to them.

Yu/stan/kema

 

A Child’s Hurt

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child abuse, deprivation, grief, survival

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF TWELVE

-11-stay-strong. Words of Wisdom. Found on Google + on 12-13-14.

I was a child then,

So trusting of you.

I would have given my life

And soul to make you happy.

I believed your words.

I needed to believe in someone.

Little did I know the cost

Doing that would bring…

I ended up in a closet,

Beating my fist against the wall…

Asking why and  unable

To comprehend it all.

Falling finally to the floor and

covering my head in complete despair,

I wailed for the one who could not

Comfort me, who did not care.

And all the while knowing

The only way “self” survived,

Was to deny the fact

That I had been deprived.

-written by Yu/stan/kema-

Death Touches The Heart.

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abuse, companion, death, grief, human heart, twin

 

Death, My Companion

Dirk Nowak. Alyogyne Huegelii. Found on Google+ on Dec. 13,2014. Hugels Seideneibisch

I first felt thy presence

In my mother’s womb

Before I was born.

There were two of us.

We moved side by side,

My twin and I.

The moment came

When Death

Ended one of us with

My father’s swift kick.

 

Years later,

I could feel

That something

Was missing

From my heart.

I mourned

For you,

The one

I never knew.

Yu/stan/kema