Gabriel Miller- love endures- August 17th
Gabriel Miller – August 17th- 2009
The are no words to describe the intense feeling joy at holding the child of your heart in your arms for the very first time……. to look upon the face of pure love… the child who was months before just a fluttering of life within your body, a birds wing … waiting to soar……..
…… just as there are no words to describe the gut-ripping anguish as you behold your child’s face for the last time. You drink in with desperation every nuance of their worldy being – deals done with a higher power that came to naught, and you are left in a place where part of the essence of you has also passed from this world……..
Gabriel Miller – December 31st 2009
To a Child
By Sophie Jewett 1861–1909
The leaves talked in the twilight, dear;
Hearken the tale they told:
How in some far-off place and year,
Before the world grew old,
I was a dreaming forest tree,
You were a wild, sweet bird
Who sheltered at the heart of me
Because the north wind stirred;
How, when the chiding gale was still,
When peace fell soft on fear,
You stayed one golden hour to fill
My dream with singing, dear.
To-night the self-same songs are sung
The first green forest heard;
My heart and the gray world grow young—
To shelter you, my bird.