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Snowflakes Falling Over Helen House
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Snowflakes Falling Over Helen House |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Snowflakes Falling Over Helen House By: Noah Eaton 12/15/08 . . . …even… …in this most darkest hour… …inside we are the same… …fragile length of strength… . . . …when… …the color’s draining from your face… …and the silver bells sound faint… …from the hospice balustrade… . . . …always remember… …to play after every storm… …courage is about laughing fear… …from the moment we are born… . . . …and when that purple moon… …sets upon your pale shoulders… …in convocation with the sunrise… …your heartsong won’t subside… . . . And even as the wounds begin to fade… …even as the tears no longer cascade… …even if I live… …and love differently after you pass… …the gentleness of your legacy… …will never be in doubt… …every time the snowflakes fall… …over Helen House… . . . …last night… …I lit a candle in your name… …heartbroken and bereaved… …this lonely Christmas eve… . . . …there… …as the tears were sliding down my face… …I heard silver bells clang… …from Mapledurham Estate… . . . …you were reminding… …us all to play after every storm… …and I sat on the Chiltern Hills… …watching turtle doves swarm… . . . …and that made me think… …even every caregiver is a wayfarer… …getting through by going through… …I just want to say to you… . . . Even as the wounds begin to fade… …even as the tears no longer cascade… …even if I live… …and love differently after you pass… …the gentleness of your legacy… …will never be in doubt… …every time the snowflakes fall… …over Helen House… . . . And when… …you turn off the bedroom light… …for the final time… …after you say goodbye… . . . …and your friends… …smile with sadness in their eyes… …they know you know today… …and with you they will pray… . . . And when you’re short of breath… …when you can’t rest your head… …knowing you’ll need to learn to live… …and love differently in the afterglow… …the gentleness of her legacy… …will never be in doubt… …every time the snowflakes fall… …over Helen House… . . . . . . . . . .  "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this brings a tinge of sadness to my heart |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Your gifts of talent are many, Noah. You write as if you've experienced 50 years of life, in your wisdom, and choose words as if you were Webster, himself. God bless you and Merry Christmas. Rae |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed  Merry Christmas |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This touches my heart deeply, dear Noah! Such a sensitive, beautiful write! That big heart on the t-shirt does your heart justice, insofar it is filled to the brim with love and beauty. Love, Margherita  |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
No one can say it quite like you do Noah. Good post. latearrival |
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