The scars we all wear inside

Posted by Mom, but Dad found the poem
"The Cross of Snow" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the long sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face - the face of one long dead -
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died; and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such a cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.

Longfellow's loss is spoken for us all, with all our losses, and expresses the scars we all wear inside. It is said but necessary to think about sometimes!

Yet, we are in the most beautiful season, a season of hope and resurrection as the earth gears up and begins another round of abundant fertility - so we have a time for enjoying this glorious creation. And we get messages from the front about reptiles and amphibians coming out to be counted in some beautiful and inaccessible places - thanks for sharing! And Ashley - thank you for showing me the fairy world of the abundant fireflies last night - it saved my mood! And we are blessed and life is good!