LES FEMMES - THE TRUTH: Sometimes Poetry Helps the Healing
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I love William Blake. Some say he was crazy, but isn't that what they always say about visionaries?
There have been four deaths in our family in the past few months. One had lived a very long life, one was middle aged, one was about my husband's age (young senior), and one lived a life much too short. It seems so out of the order of things for parents to bury their children.
I was looking for something to make sense, if that's possible, of the death of the young. When I read Blake's poem, it made me think of Aslan in C.S. Lewis' Narnia stories. The little girl appears to be in danger, but, in the end, there is no fear and her parents find her asleep and safe in the lion's palace.
O Lord, let it be so for all those who grieve for lives cut short. Their number is legion....
[Please, too, pray hard too for those parents whose children are lost to drugs and/or in prison. They bear a sword through their hearts, minds and souls daily. I understand Weil's l'malheur.]
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