tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post4700728172605384012..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The Sacrament of Pain Glynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-58013271301346575802014-09-29T10:29:51.361-05:002014-09-29T10:29:51.361-05:00the poem you didn't write...the poem you didn't write...<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-8168869553262741432014-09-29T10:29:12.139-05:002014-09-29T10:29:12.139-05:00No one could know
about the back pain.
Not where ...No one could know <br />about the back pain.<br />Not where it would lead.<br />No answer in the pain <br />to the<br />why, why me.<br />Not at the time.<br />Until it came calling<br />my name <br />in my Mother's voice<br />it spoke<br />a language <br />i understood.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-55461723111958796762014-09-27T23:12:00.961-05:002014-09-27T23:12:00.961-05:00Such a mystery. Deep connection through mutual pai...Such a mystery. Deep connection through mutual pain. Sorry for your loss.Jerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04874006676004790578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-80944488047227355242014-09-27T23:09:06.660-05:002014-09-27T23:09:06.660-05:00Thank you, Glynn, for sharing this piece of your o...Thank you, Glynn, for sharing this piece of your own journey with us here. This part is hard, isn't it? Breaking up a home, moving a parent to the place where you both know they will die, living with diminishment and pain. . . There is a kind of poetry to it - and it feels intensely sacramental much of the time. Thank you for writing this out so well.dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11991172981000479793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-23017441730981895492014-09-27T19:54:19.278-05:002014-09-27T19:54:19.278-05:00(I knew right away from the photo that was from NO...(I knew right away from the photo that was from NOLA).<br />"Our last poem together." Oh, the tears. So beautiful, Glynn.Jody Lee Collinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16017263035298663701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-92086522279790359352014-09-27T16:20:36.259-05:002014-09-27T16:20:36.259-05:00Brought me to tears . . .
The poem will ever dwell...Brought me to tears . . .<br />The poem will ever dwell in your heart and in your mother's.<br />Blessings, Glynn.Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-9657631746913465282014-09-27T10:52:28.118-05:002014-09-27T10:52:28.118-05:00For me, poetry is the dance that occurs where drea...For me, poetry is the dance that occurs where dreams, hearts, emotions, memories and lives come together. You've captured that (bitter)sweet spot beyond compare. <br /><br />Blessings.SimplyDarlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11716840701917741674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-62858238683971067352014-09-27T08:35:53.162-05:002014-09-27T08:35:53.162-05:00Beautiful reflections, Glynn. Isn't it someth...Beautiful reflections, Glynn. Isn't it something the way even the darkest experiences can bear sweet sorrowful fruit.kchripczukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15585289101589690551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-90023313346595650522014-09-27T07:17:42.045-05:002014-09-27T07:17:42.045-05:00I am sorry for your loss but I also feel glad that...I am sorry for your loss but I also feel glad that you were able to share those moments with your mother which you will always remember. And you will also know that you bonded in a way no one else did.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your journey.Anne Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09223619623545809261noreply@blogger.com