cadence to dream. of that will not Jan Richardson give up the Let it be we will expect little but the beating of May the God who listens to our hearts and enters into our pain bless us our heart, and all who are in need with the comfort and quiet of His gentle stubborn in presence, now and always. Amen. its repeating rhythm Marchiene Vroon Rienstra that will not cease to sound. May soul that touches mine— Be it the slightest contact— Let it be God therefrom some good; we will still ourselves Some little grace; one kindly thought; enough to hear One aspiration yet unfelt; what may yet One bit of courage come to echo; For the darkening sky; as if in the breath, One gleam of faith another breathing; To brave the thickening ills of life; as if in the heartbeat, One glimpse of brighter skies another Beyond the gathering mists— To make this life worthwhile And heaven a surer heritage. George Eliot Blessing for Grief Let it be When you lose someone you love, we will not Your life becomes strange, try to fathom The ground beneath you gets fragile, what Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; to meet us And some dead echo drags your voice down in the stillness Where words have no confidence. but simply open to the approach Your heart has grown heavy with loss; of a mystery And though this loss has wounded others too, we hardly dared No one knows what has been taken from you
cadence of that will not give up the Let it be we will expect little but the beating of our heart, stubborn in its repeating rhythm that will not cease to sound. Let it be we will still ourselves enough to hear what may yet come to echo; as if in the breath, another breathing; as if in the heartbeat, another Let it be we will not try to fathom what to meet us in the stillness but simply open to the approach of a mystery we hardly dared to dream. Jan Richardson May the God who listens to our hearts and enters into our pain bless us and all who are in need with the comfort and quiet of His gentle presence, now and always. Amen. Marchiene Vroon Rienstra May soul that touches mine— Be it the slightest contact— God therefrom some good; Some little grace; one kindly thought; One aspiration yet unfelt; One bit of courage For the darkening sky; One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life; One glimpse of brighter skies Beyond the gathering mists— To make this life worthwhile And heaven a surer heritage. George Eliot Blessing for Grief When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you gets fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; And some dead echo drags your voice down Where words have no confidence. Your heart has grown heavy with loss; And though this loss has wounded others too, No one knows what has been taken from you
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