Just read these beautiful lines from W.B. Yeats, January 1892.
WHERE MY BOOKS GO.
All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright.
Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
“Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Grief really is the price we pay for Love! Whether it is a loved one passing away, or a loved one far away!
I was remembering one of the most beautiful poems of E.E. Cummings, and I share it here with my readers:
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
– E.E. Cummings
I attended this beautiful Celebration of Life event, for a colleague’s husband, who had passed away. What was beautiful about this event was that she requested all religions to say a word of prayer for her dearly departed. I was honored to be asked to represent Islam.
I was very touched by all the efforts to bring all the religions under the same roof. As she chuckled and said to me, “Somebody’s bound to get it right, and we hope that we have ’em all covered!”
What was really beautiful was the way all prayers repeated peace and love for the departed soul. This is what makes us all human, converging in the silent memory of God. The loved ones gathering in memory of the departed is a touchy reminder of living our life fully, not getting caught up in the entangled web of life to forget those who matter most to us.
I have always believed that birthdays are a special occasion. We all grew up enjoying and feasting on our special days. Some birthdays are even more special, because your loved ones surround you with their love, time and attention. Today has been what I have been calling a Case of Exploding Love! I am so full of warmth of those greetings that I am ready to embrace turning 38 this year! God is kind, and He sends His love to us through His special little angels that we see in the form of our family and friends. My sister, little ms. Jaffri outdoes herself every year! I have been telling everyone that we all need a bit of Ms. Jaffri in our lives. She makes you feel special – as if the whole world is revolving around you!
And that is the thing about love. When we love unconditionally, its not about the time we dont have, or our schedules that are conflicting – when we love ’em, we show ’em, and we show up!
Thank you God for little blessings, and especially for loving little sisters.
A note to myself, to cover all aspects of life: work, relationships, life in general:
Grass is not greener on the other side. It is greener where you water it!
Of late my social media timeline has been full of people writing in the memory of their loved ones they have lost recently. Some writing poetic lines for their friends, some for their family.
It got me thinking – I wonder when was the last time they met or spoke to that person? Do we, in our lifetime apologize to those we hurt? Do we tell the ones we love how much we love them? And when we are aching to speak to someone, do we reach out to them? In the rush of our maddening lives, often times we tread upon those we care for most. There will always be time to make up, we might think. Life is so fragile and unpredictable, there may not be anytime! I would rather that my friends and family care for me while I am alive. I try and do the same for the ones who mean most to me. For the complicated ones we may have tread upon in the circus of life, maybe it’s time we reflect on making up in life, than regret in death! Every person deserves respect and everyone should be given a second chance!
I am reminded of these beautiful lines from my favorite Browning poem:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.