The Great Loss

 

“Did Great-Grandpa really fight in the Great War?”

“He did.”

“What made it great, Mama?”

She sighed. This place’s heaviness only settled thicker during the holidays. She’d come every year on Christmas as a child. Too infrequently since. The ocean’s breeze whipped hair into the boy’s eyes and she tucked a lock behind his ear. He so reminded her of herself.

“Grandma Rose said it was because the Heavens everywhere lit with the great number of souls and broken hearts. The Great Loss, she called it.”

“A lot of Christmas angels, Mama?”

“Perhaps so.”

“I think Great-Grandpa is one, though.”

 

 

Note: Dedicated to all who are missing loved ones during the holidays, to all who are no longer with us for they’d given their lives (or parts of their souls) for others, in search of peace, in hope of no more war or hate or greed. May we do better, as a species. Let there be true peace on Earth.

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

(Thank you Sandra Cook for the evocative photo prompt!)

 

 

On Hands

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Photo: Cristian Newman on Unsplash

 

To hug or to press

To hold and caress

To dismiss and impress,

To allow or forbid

To prevent or insist

To farewell and to greet,

To disrupt or respect

To allow or reject

To indulge or inspect,

To stop or invite

To instruct and ignite

To appease or incite,

To disarm and to heal

To pray and reveal:

Hands speak truth

Or conceal.

 

 

Inspired in part by Steve McMurry’s: Silent Language of Hands

 

If Eyes Could Speak

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

If eyes could speak,

They’d tell of roads

No one should take,

And hardship that

Does not build,

But breaks.

If eyes could speak,

They’d share the stories

Of long paths,

That some must walk

With shattered hearts.

If eyes could speak,

They’d share hope, too.

For being seen

Brings light into

What one must know,

And one must do.

 

 

For Nancy Merrill’s a Photo a Week challenge: Eyes

 

 

A Journey’s Blessing

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

As you take the journey home,

May there be a light

To guide you.

As you take the journey home,

May all that’s necessary

Be with you.

As you take one step

After another,

May the energies

Sustain you.

And when you finally

Reach home,

May loving arms and hearts

Embrace you.

 

 

 

For Wits End Weekly Photo Challenge: The Journey Home

 

 

Universality of Love

Today, I marvel at the universality

Of love.

At the way deep care connects us all.

And should. And can.

How it forms us.

How it spells the words of heart upon a child’s new soul.

How it breathes hope into desperation.

How it nourishes across languages and color, tradition, race, religion, state, connecting all.

How it writes upon the slate of birth

And opportunity.

How it shapes resilience to withstand strife and sorrow.

How it holds through thick and thin, through calm and turmoil.

 

Today, I marvel at the universality,

At the miracle.

Of love.

So utterly expected

So innately ordained

So perfectly humane

Yet so often bent by apathy, oblivion, ignorance, senseless hate, violence, disdain.

The very shock we feel at its absence

In itself speaks volumes

Of Love’s natural flow.

Its ingrained, spirit-sustaining need.

The bounty of fortitude and growth that it can seed.

 

Today,

I marvel at the awesome

Touching

Never mundane

Breathtakingly beautiful

Universality of love.

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