On Loss

A man loses his mate and children.  Where does his vengeance go if not upon himself or others?

Ask why he responds with anger, when it is truly that he is sad and mourns loss.

"It is not fair!" he responds.

And what, then, is fair?  Is it fair that no one should lose?  Is it fair that nothing should be taken?

"Yes!"

Then make it so.

See Not Scarcity, See Not Loss

See no fear, for there is no end
to what is real and not pretend.
Your love is real and true and good
their love for you, you understood.

Seize on that love, that knowledge pure
and let it guide you true and sure;
for through your loss and pain and changes,
your life and how it rearranges,
your wounds will heal, and when they do,
that's when Love will pour right through

And shine like a bright shiny beacon of Hope
for those feeling lost, brokenhearted and doped...

Raise their eyes with your stories
raise morale with your smile;
hold their broken heart in yours for a while.

And with your love, you'll help them mend
and lead the lost around the bend
to where the roses of love all bloom
perfumed memories in every room
of times you laughed and times you cried,
of the time when you got that bug in your eye-
and carefully, with love, I helped get it out
and kissed your cute nose when you started to pout.

Remember, dear, all the love you store,
for when you share it, love becomes more.