Mourning, or: Listening

Morning, more mourning
Listening, lest lessons lost
Every evening

27 thoughts on “Mourning, or: Listening”

1. Unintentional, David. Just speaking from my own experiences. ❤

2. David, beautifully expressed. Wishing you solace. Grief coexists with the joys of the present and beautiful memories of the past. As Ingrid says, the pain becomes less acute. ❤ ❤ ❤

   1. Thanks so much, Cheryl. Your comment reads very poetically to me. Was that intentional?

      Yours,
      David

3. Hope rises with the sun and faith wills it to rise in the morning. So too memory…

   1. Your wisdom reads like a poem to me, Muri.

      Sincerely,
      David

4. Comfort to you. 💓🤗
   I am reminded by the morning light, but my heart is heaviest at night.

   1. Thanks, Michele.

      Did you deliberately write that line as a poem, it has a lovely ring to it.

      ❤
      David

      1. I did not deliberately try to write with a lovely ring, the words just showed up and flowed from my poetic cup. 😁
         Thank you for noticing.

         1. 💘

5. ❤️❤️❤️

   1. 🤍 🤍 🤍

6. ❤️❤️

   1. 💘

7. Mourning lasts a lifetime

   1. So it seems to me.

      1. But it doesn’t stay acute forever.

         1. Ingrid, my views exactly!

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8. It is my evenings that are joyful. But the philosophy syill applies.

   1. Indeed

9. My morning is joyful 🌄

   1. Mazal tov 😀

      1. Take care friend.

10. 🖤

    1. 🧡

11. Truth

    1. 🤎

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