Kevin's Watch

Fist and Faith wrote:Sheesh!! I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Little brat kid!!!

I'm missing him deeply today. I feel this aching need to just see him, read to him, sit quietly with him and watch him sleep.

"I know not how to say Farewell
When Farewell is the word
That stays alone for me to say
Or will be heard.
But I cannot speak out that word
Or ever let my loved one go:
How can I bear it that these rooms
Are empty so?"

Such intense love, such a short time. How I wish I had found him much sooner than I did...

Furls wrote, quoting SRD:

"I know not how to say Farewell
When Farewell is the word
That stays alone for me to say
Or will be heard.
But I cannot speak out that word
Or ever let my loved one go:
How can I bear it that these rooms
Are empty so?"

*blink*

Can you hear the change in the quality of the silence?


(@#&*%, at times like this I wish I were a telepath in RL...)

P.S. I've always found the quality of the other poems and songs in the Chronicles uneven. It's in elegies that SRD is at the top of his poetic form; this one and the "Elegy for Variol and Tamarantha" in the first series take my breath.

Dear sister in the Lord, Tracie, I thank God for His work in you, in Stephen, and in Isaiah. Your strength, and you love for Him, and for Stephen and Isaiah shines so clear...what a comfort we have in Him, and such hope He gives us...I have been reading Isaiah's posts since I found this thread, and all you have given us of Stephen's writings, and I do look forward to someday meeting them on those glorious streets of gold they walk.

Isaiah, Stephen, Hail!

Furls Fire wrote:I'm missing him deeply today.

Tracie...

Ah, I wish I could help.

...

no words suffice...

Ah, Furls....

Peace my heart...

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

~Rabindranath Tagore

ah, beautiful Duchy, as always

Durris, Iryssa and Fist hugglessssssssss to you all too

Good to see a another new "face" and hear another new "voice" here in Isaiah's and Stephen's threads. Be welcome to them, Iryssa

My thanks, Furls...what a gift their writings have been...I can't begin to say how much...all honor be to the great Giver *smile*

Hail everyone,

Tomorrow is the 2 month marker of Isaiah's passing. How fast the time goes. How can it be two months already?

I was holding Stephen Isaiah earlier today, and I looked down at his sweet little face and I could have sworn I saw him smile. His eyes held a knowing look, one I have seen before, one my brother always used to give me. And I said aloud to him, "You've seen your Uncles Steve and Isaiah, haven't you?" And the most glorious memory came over me...the day they brought my baby brother home, and placed him in my arms. And how he stopped crying and just stared up into my face. Just like Stephen Isaiah was staring at me at that moment. I felt my brother's presence, and then, stronger than even his, I felt Isaiah's. They are together. Heaven is only a breath away.

Who can say for certain
maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
your memory's so clear
deep within the stillness
I can hear you speak
you're still an inspiration
can it be...

That you are my, forever love
and you are watching over me from up above...

Fly...
me up to where you are
beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
to see you smile
if only for awhile to know you're there
a breath aways not far from where you are...

Are you gently sleeping
here inside my dream
and isn't faith believing
all power can't be seen
as my heart holds you
just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me
everyday...

Cause you are my, forever love
and you are watching over me from up above
and I believe
that angels breathe
and that love will live on and never leave...

Fly...
me up to where you are
beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
to see you smile
if only for awhile
to know you're there
a breath away's not far
to where you are...

I know you're there...
A breath away's not far
to where you are....

2 MONTHS????? Wow!

And I loved that song... until I actually listened to the lyrics. Oh man!

You don't like the lyrics?

saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!! I can't handle it! (I'm just a widdle boy!)

oh, don't be sad for Isaiah He's in such a beautiful place now

I admit, I'm sad for myself, it's selfish really, because I miss him. I'm not sad for him tho, or Stephen, they now walk along the pathways of Heaven.

Exactly! I'm sad for myself. No harm's coming to them.

But I don't like hearing the song, and thinking about others who I don't want to ever sing it to.

hugglessssss birdie!

Fist wrote:But I don't like hearing the song, and thinking about others who I don't want to ever sing it to.

I understand. But, you know what? We are all born to die. I don't consider it "dying" tho. Stephen and Isaiah are not "dead", if they were I would not see them in my dreams, or feel their presence around me, or hear them whisper in my ears. There is alot that goes on with me that I don't reveal here. If I did, people would consider me "crazy" or schizophrenic. Just trust me when I say they are not "dead". This life, is just a step to the next. The last breath here is the first there...

"..and once we are there, this life will seem like only a blink. The way of Heaven is timeless, the journies there are what this life prepares us for..."

I know your beliefs don't mirror mine, Fist. There are times I wish they did... then maybe the words to that song wouldn't make you so sad.

To Isaiah, who flew into our lives and brought us such joy, then, flew out again in such grace, but much too soon...

Oh, my baby, when you're dying
Believe the healing of His hand
Here in Heaven we will wait for your arrival
Here in Heaven you will finally understand
Here in Heaven we will wait for your arrival
Here in Heaven you will finally understand

Worry not my daughters,
Worry not my sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms..

God bless you, Music Man, play a song for us on Heaven's harps. Peace.

Fire Daughter, good one. Who wrote it?

Tracie, I don't know how I missed your last post here. I just saw it when I saw your daughter's.

Furls Fire wrote:There is alot that goes on with me that I don't reveal here. If I did, people would consider me "crazy" or schizophrenic.

What makes you think we don't already think that?

Furls Fire wrote:I know your beliefs don't mirror mine, Fist. There are times I wish they did... then maybe the words to that song wouldn't make you so sad.

There are times when I wish my beliefs mirrored yours. Yes, I can definitely see good aspects of your beliefs. Although the thought of the oblivion I believe is coming is sometimes comforting, at other times it is unsettling. If we could throw a switch and change our beliefs, I wonder which way I would throw it. But since we don't have one...