Day #116 – “Heavenly Silence No More”

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This is a poem that I wrote many years ago – it’s title “Heavenly Silence No More.”

I wrote Heavenly Silence No More after enduring a 7 day stint of  nursing a restless & sick baby who would only sleep when he was held.

Oh how the days and the nights seemed to blend… how my eyes begged with every cry the want for silence and a moment of solitude in a heart teary house. I remember sitting in the hallway  sitting in a mindless crouching slump awaiting the Mumma Calling tears from the door way that my feet dared not to leave.

I sat for hours tears strolling in wonderment for the wrongs that I could have possibly of made… wondering if there was ever going to be such thing as “silence” ever again…

Heavenly Silence No More

Heavenly Silence
Comes to me as I stand in the hall.

No Boo Hoo’s or hollering,
No slamming of the doors.

The flaw in the floor boards,
The silence amplifies their squeak.

There’s only the tiniest shimmer of light,
From the pane of glass in the door.
Enough to show direction;
To little to show it’s delight.

The darkness of the evening,
Comes crawling towards the dawn.
The moon goes behind a blanketed cover of cloud,
As the sun takes it’s solemn place.

Darkness and dimid light,
Will soon be replaced with;
Footsteps and the slamming of the door.

Heavenly Silence No More
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You know what it is that  have learned since writing “Silence No More”… & sitting for those many sleepless hours in the door way of my child’s room, the very room that my feet dared not to leave?

Silence isn’t golden & the child crying out in pain, in hurt for his Mamma’s touch is the very thing that I today long for as I sit in that same door way longing and willing for the headlights of his car that tell me that my once crying child is now safely home.

Those darkened hours between curfew and the mornings light
Now longs and wishes for the silence to be broken by the footsteps
&
the slamming of the door.

Now I greet that dim morning light with a smile
& know that all those tears cried in solitude
Have shown me that the shimmer of light
Will forever be the light that guides my child home.


I learned man lessons & words of wisdom for those parents struggle to understand the very tired in their eyes, but think the poem below written by “Kahill Gibran” sums up my every thought.”

“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.\

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite,
And He bends you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So He also loves the bow that is stable.”

Reference


Other Quotes That Sum Up & Put Meaning To Today’s Blog Post Are:-

Wise parents prepare their children to get along without them. They provide opportunities for growth as children acquire the spiritual maturity to exercise their agency properly. And yes, this means children will sometimes make mistakes and learn from them.
– Elder Larry Y. Wilson
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It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.
– Joyce Maynard
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While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
– Angela Schwindt
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Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
Debra Ginsberg
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” Simply Putting It… “

” We as parents shouldn’t wish away the baby years of our children.
The days may be long and the hours may leave us weary…
But that is where unconditional love & a parents patience grows from.

Our children are children for the shortest of years in time;
Let them show us their ways,
& Let us be patient in their growth
For what when all is said & done,
Is how much we miss their tendered years.

As our baby’s grow into people of the world
 It hits us in our silent hours;
 That its those many hours of unconditional love
That we wish would fall asleep in our arms again.”

By Tanya Kelly
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Author. Tanya Kelly
365daysomethings.wordpress.com

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