3 of 3 : WITH OR WITHOUT

Carole Stolz 19th January 2011

Some are without and some are with, even within.

Let the reader alone decide which side he sides with.

WITHOUT, not with.

   Alone...

      Hopeless...

         Helpless...

            Hapless

               Cold...

                  Nightmare unfolding with no end to the abyss of loneliness.

WITHOUT,not within.

   Outside.

      Not a partaker of the Maker's life.

         No light.

            No love.

               No reason to be.

                  A nothingness

                     An eternity of emptiness and agony.

WITH. Not alone.

   Together

      Ever present friend.

         Never ending friendship

            Companionship, where love and hope link arms

               And warm laughter is the music

                  Underscoring the dreams.

                     Of better days,

                        Where never ending sunrays light up the horizon.

WITH. Within.

   Inside.

      An insider.

         An understander.

            A truster where understanding fails

               A trustee of truths

                  A deep warm certainty that the way is right.

                     A sense of purpose in the fight.

                        No stranger to loss or pain or trial,

                           but no denial that the end is worth it all.

Joyful hope.

   - Hope of Joy.

2 of 3 : WITH

by Carole Stolz 19th January 2011

She died, shortly, but soon glimmered a flimmer of hope

as her heart, having lost its beat, surged to life once more.

Oh the loss was real enough, knifelike in its pain.

The scar still throbs with every beat of her broken heart.

But through the tears of loss and of loneliness shines a clear image of a better day.

A day when she will see that all these tears were collected in a glass, by loving hands, bent on comfort, stroking hurt away, saying words wordlessly which soothed the soul,

- ravaged as it was by the ripping assunder of the oneness.

So even though the miss is real,

the kiss unreturned,

the discussion now a monolgue,

the epilogue becomes the prologue,

the foreword in faith of a more wonderful time than that which was to date.

Her mate is gone, in the twinkling of an eye.

But the sigh is one of thankfulness for great times had.

Sadness overwhelmed by gladness to have known such love.

   And when the Bridegroom comes to claim His Bride,

   She knows that that celestial marriage will be even better.

      Unfathomable...

         Great is the mystery.

1 of 3 : WITHOUT

by Carole Stolz, 19th January 2011

She died,

a long slow death of tiredness and weeping

cold creeping into her bones,

love seeping out of her heart, her existence, her being.

Seeing only Hopelessness drawn as a painting before her eyes

she cries into the pillow...

Heightened sensations born of despair, tear her apart.

   No taste for the future

      No sight of a rainbow

         No hearing of music

            No feeling of tenderness...

just his smell,

   he is everywhere,

      but mostly in his pillow.

As a weeping willow throws out long roots, destroying all foundations

So her mourning destroys all that was good in them.

Will her tears wash away

  even that last presence

   - his essence still with her?

   - despairingly close in his pillow.

Holding him to her face, she traces the scent of her memories,

Praying her tears won't weep away this last connection.

Hopelessness...

   a breathing death,

      a living grave.