Reflections

Thoughts & Poetry

Words written from the heart — prayers, poems, and meditations from those who have walked the path of grief and survival.

Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.

Prayer of hope

O Lord and Giver of Life, may we all recognize the great value of the life you have given to each one of us. But look in a special way on those who no longer find any meaning in the life they are leading. You can see every movement of the human heart and you know what depths of despair, discouragement, frustration, loneliness, or self-hate have led them to the edge they are standing on. Have mercy on them and open their eyes to see that the road has not ended. Fill their hearts with new hope. Place people in their lives who will love them with your own love, and who will give them a reason to live again. Make them know they are worthwhile and needed. And Lord, if you wish to use me as your instrument touching someone, feel free to do so. Amen.

Grief Is ….

Grief is like peeling an onion. It comes off one layer at a time and you cry a lot. Grief comes in one size …. extra large. It hurts as much as it can hurt. There is no way to rate the experience or compare it with another. There are, however, some heightened dimensions in the different kinds of grief. These dimensions are found in each grieving experience but the dimensions can be particularly strong in one type of grief. Suicide has a shattered dimension. It is like the onion has been shattered and we must put in back together before we can peel it.

—Doug Manning

Lifekeeper Promise

Someone we love

Did not keep their life

In pain and anguish

They ended their strife

In this lifetime on Earth

We'll see them no more

Yet we carry them always

In our soul, in our core

Now we're left here

And we must stay

We have Life to live

To the fullest each day

For we are the Lifekeepers

A promise we make

To celebrate their Lives

Our own not to take

We are the Lifekeepers

Truth Bearers, Peace Seekers

We are the Wounded

We are the Healed

We are the Lifekeepers

Our commitment now sealed

written by Sandy Martin

Poem from a Friend

Hey, Mary, it's me…Jesus, with whom you walk the walk,

I thought I would write you, because right now you cannot talk.

I'm standing right beside you now, as I have been all these years,

But I know you can't quite see me with your eyes so full of tears.

When I got Nicole's note, like you, I dropped to one knee and wept,

Knowing all about her trials while her faith in me she kept

I just took her in my arms, like a shepherd with his sheep,

And I will always hold her close to me, so don't worry, there is no love so deep.

They call me, "The Good Shepherd", because I will at any cost,

Leave the ninety-nine behind and seek the one lamb that is lost.

And now that I have found Nicole, there is joy in heaven above!

For she's safely back within my flock and wrapped in arms of love.

On earth they called me, "The Man of Sorrows", for I lived through lots of grief,

So I know your heartache and your pain and how much you seek relief.

I know your loving heart, Mary, and I know what you are going through,

So let's just take it day by day, and my peace I will give unto you.

I promise I will give you strength, though you might not feel it yet,

Going through this traumatic time—is as difficult as life can get.

So take my hand, dear Mary, and hold onto it really tight

and focus on my presence all day long through the dark of night.

Love, Jesus

Note: Mary lost her daughter Nicole and this is a poem written by a friend to Mary. The author wishes to remain anonymous.

What GOD Hath Promised

God hath not promised skies always blue

Flower-strewn pathways, all our lives through

God hath not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain.

God hath not promised we shall not know

Toil and temptation, trouble and woe

He hath not told us we shall not bear

Many a burden, many a care

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,

Swift, easy travel, needing no guide

Never a mountain, rocky and steep

Never a river turbid and deep

But God hath promised strength for the day

Rest for the labor, light for the way

Grace for the trials, help from above

Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

~ Annie Johnson Flint ~

Ed Said,

Ed SOS Highway

The SOS Highway — Ed's reflection on the road survivors travel together
Time — a poem by Ed Wolf

Ed

You are not alone