by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
I don’t know why.
I’ll never know why.
I don’t have to know why.
I don’t like it.
I don’t have to like it.
What I do have to do is make a choice about my living.
What I do want to do is accept it and go on living.
The choice is mine.
I can go on living, valuing every moment in a way I never did before, or I can be destroyed by it and, in turn, destroy others.
I thought I was immortal.
That my family and my children were also.
That tragedy happened only to others.
But I know now that life is tenuous and valuable.
So I am choosing to go on living, making the most of the time I have, valuing my family and friends in a way never possible before.
-Iris Bolton
by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
You departed from this Earth six months ago,
During your illness you told me I’d have to let you go;
While I could no longer bear to see you in that state,
I could not comprehend how this could be your fate.
In your 20 years of life you accomplished more than most,
You had it all – brains, talent, looks – but never a boast;
Modestly and quietly you worked hard to reach your goal,
Becoming a doctor, caring for others, was your desired role.
In June of ’88 the long awaited letter came one Saturday.
You’d been accepted to medical school for September ’90, hurray!
Three months later, after a brief illness while at school
We were informed you had a brain tumor, how so very cruel;
During extensive treatment you fought with all your might,
‘Til another tumor was found and you began to lose your sight;
Only then did you cry and scream “this just is not fair”
Researching all the treatments, we knew a cure would be rare;
I knew your illness was nature’s mistake someone had to clear,
I offered myself, hoping the God I was told about would hear;
I believed if one were pure in heart, towards others caring and kind;
It would protect one from the evils of life, a justice I opined;
In the final analysis, it doesn’t matter the kind of life one leads,
Life or death decisions surely cannot be determined by one’s deeds;
If goodness of actions and pureness of soul were the final test,
You would still be on this earth, not in a grave laid to rest.
written by Iris R. Bragin in
memory of her daughter Dana who
died 11/17/89 at the age of 20
by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Submitted by Ed and Marsha Simon
in memory of their son, Matthew
by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
These are challenging times for my dear friend (relative, etc.)
There may be some difficult days for her (him) along the way.
I want to be there to help.
Please don’t let my own fears get in the way.
Sometimes I may not have the right words to share.
I may feel insecure and not know what to do to help.
Please guide me …let my love for my friend (relative, etc.)
teach me what she (he) needs.
Let me be the friend I want to be.
Let me hear the quiet voice of knowing that will tell me what she (he) needs.
Let my greater self come forward to serve this higher purpose of helping and healing.
May my loving prayers be heard and manifested for healing.
On especially difficult days of birthdays past, graduations or other painful memories
May my love and the love of the Infinite surround, embrace and strengthen my friend (relative, etc.).
May the Healing Light of the Infinite find its way to her (him) and be directed to all the places that need healing
And make them whole and healthy.
May she (he) be surounded with your Protective Healing Light
May your hand rest gently upon her (him) and may she (he) feel your presence
May I, too, know your presence so I can gather the strength I need to be the friend I so want to be.
I open myself to your guidance.
I breathe in trust … goodness … and peace so I may share it with the friend (relative, etc) I love so much.
May she (he) be healed.
May her (his) family be healed.
May her (his)family receive the gift of peacefullness and wholeness.
May my friend (relative, etc.)be free of pain and suffering.
May my friend (relative, etc.) recover fully through your mercy, grace and kindness.
May the memory of the child they love so dearly come without pain and suffering.
May your blessings find us in this higher place of love and sharing.
And heal us.
by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
There will be a tomorrow that exists without me. And I know that. When that day arrives, I want this world to have seen greater beauty because I existed. I want my life to have meant something. I want this world to be brighter. I want this world to be happier. I want people to have smiled more and to have laughed more because I’ve spent time here. I want others to have seen and felt the uniqueness of my spirit. And if I accomplish that, when my soul does move on and my gift stays here and makes just one ripple, I will look down and I will smile. I will smile wide.
Mike Litman
by doralevich | Dec 10, 2014 | Blog, Poems
In Memory of Allison Morales
I STOOD WATCHING AS THE LITTLE SHIP SAILED OUT TO SEA.
THE SETTING SUN TINTED ITS WHITE SAILS WITH GOLDEN LIGHT.
AND AS IT DISAPPEARED FROM VIEW A VOICE AT MY SIDE WHISPERED….SHE IS GONE.
BUT THE SEA WAS A NARROW ONE, AND ON THE FURTHEST SHORE A LITTLE
BAND OF FRIENDS HAD GATHERED TO WATCH IN HAPPY EXPECTATION.
SUDDENLY THEY CAUGHT THE SIGHT OF THE TINY SAIL AND AT THAT VERY
MOMENT WHEN MY COMPANION HAD WHISPERED SHE IS GONE, A SHOUT
WENT UP IN JOYOUS WELCOME WITH THE WORDS…..
YES! HERE SHE COMES!
– Author Unknown
