Widower's Tear
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Jerry W. Engler
Monday, April 27, 2009
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A man in the winter of his life shared his reflections while watching a young man and woman in the springtime of their lives.
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Flesh of my flesh,
will you come
to me tonight?
Or, will I awake
in gray-dawn lonliness
to find that
you are gone,
and I am here,
on different sides
of the veil,
two souls
that once pulsed as one,
now locked
in separate lives?
Or, as the red-golden sun
rises through
the curtain parted,
will the warm suffusion
of your presence assure me
that love is forevermore?
Copyright 2009, Jerry W. Engler
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
10/23/2009 |
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| Only the body ages and never the heart in its love for someone who has contributed joy and warmth to one's life. Someone said to me, "perhaps our loved ones who have passed on are always with us, but we just can't see them." Your last stanza asks that question, "...will the warm suffusion of your presence assure me that love is forevermore?" |
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
6/4/2009 |
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Dear Jerry,
I contemplate this poignant poetry from the viewpoint of having been almost inseparable from my life's companion since we were both only fourteen years of age. Now, having passed our 57th wedding anniversary, we each are painfully aware that no one escapes the closing of life on this earth and thus, inevitably, one of us will remain alone for awhile with our flowing tears.
But we also know that Heaven is a perfect place, so we look forward to the time when we will spend all eternity together in the Heart of God. Trustfully, we live our days knowing that, indeed, love is forevermore.
As always, Jerry, you say so much in so few words!
With honest respect,
Richard |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
5/14/2009 |
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| Tearfully well put. Thanks for sharing. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
5/9/2009 |
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| Cynthia perhaps said it best: m a s t e r f u l. I, too, am rambling downhill. My husband -- best friend, companion, lover, and so much more -- is six years older. Scary time for us. You have put it in a nutshell! Write ON!! xOx 'Pea' xOx |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/6/2009 |
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I can feel the bittersweetness of the feelings expressed within these verses, Jerry. Very compelling and soul-stirring. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis |
5/5/2009 |
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| Exquisite - I love: "warm suffusion." I, too, have written of the "veil." Sometimes, it's as if you could reach out and touch it. I imagine it feeling like light silk. Your poem begs the question - can we ever really be locked in separate lives/worlds/dimensions? Or is there a part of us that knows, even experiences, all possibilities simultaneously? I don't know. I hope that the veil is really but an illusion and that love transcends our limited perception of time and space. |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
5/5/2009 |
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Okay, I lied...this one is really my new favorite... hee, hee...
This kind of took my breath away...as it made me contemplate how difficult it would be to wake up and have my dear hubby gone. Thank goodness that for here and now I can feel that suffusion of love each day upon waking and know that love is not just forevermore, but also for this time.
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain |
4/28/2009 |
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In one's latter years the loneliness creeps in and the longing for a partner can be so consuming. You have expressed it here so masterfully it grips the reader's heart with deep sadness. Excellent write!
Cynthia |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
4/27/2009 |
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| Jerry dear friend, look not at the sun, but in your heart, that's where she is right now, and you cannot split that which is meant to be one. Blessings! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/27/2009 |
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Life can and does play games with our emotions and we must do our best to continue on, always remembering....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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