Post by Blu on Nov 21, 2004 13:33:39 GMT -5
I honestly don't know where to put this article so I am giving it a place of it's own. Healing, consciousness, UFO's, crop circles? You PICK! I only know I am very touched and stimulated by this woman's article. Blessings.
Symbolic Circles in the Field
by Ruth Madsen
Symbolic Circles in the Field
To begin this strange story I must go back to late 1985. Three years earlier my husband and I had suffered a very traumatic and painful experience, the loss of a child. Our 15-year-old son had died in an accident.
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A sample of the poetry written during Ruth Madsen’s grieving process: REBIRTH I turn to nature when the Summer ends As dying leaves hang glowing on the tree. Bird song is hushed as dusk descends And Springtime’s rainbow dreams abandon me. I dread long Winter’s cold embrace As broken hopes lie heavy on my soul, Recalling still that lost and cherished face Whose absence, mourned, exacts its heavy toll. Yet if dead leaf from living branch is torn And tree stands gray and naked in the frost, Those emerald leaves must surely be reborn And I’ll rejoin my dear one, loved and lost. REMEMBRANCE All those we mourn who are now gone No longer ours to love and hold We must recall as we live on That once we held the purest gold And in the warmth of memory’s glow Dream of the joys we still may know To see them whole, in beauty grown For love can never lose its own.
For the entire article on Crop Circles go to:
www.edgarcayce.org/venture_inward/03042004/column.asp?ID=Symbolic_Circles_in_the_Field
Symbolic Circles in the Field
by Ruth Madsen
Symbolic Circles in the Field
To begin this strange story I must go back to late 1985. Three years earlier my husband and I had suffered a very traumatic and painful experience, the loss of a child. Our 15-year-old son had died in an accident.
.....
A sample of the poetry written during Ruth Madsen’s grieving process: REBIRTH I turn to nature when the Summer ends As dying leaves hang glowing on the tree. Bird song is hushed as dusk descends And Springtime’s rainbow dreams abandon me. I dread long Winter’s cold embrace As broken hopes lie heavy on my soul, Recalling still that lost and cherished face Whose absence, mourned, exacts its heavy toll. Yet if dead leaf from living branch is torn And tree stands gray and naked in the frost, Those emerald leaves must surely be reborn And I’ll rejoin my dear one, loved and lost. REMEMBRANCE All those we mourn who are now gone No longer ours to love and hold We must recall as we live on That once we held the purest gold And in the warmth of memory’s glow Dream of the joys we still may know To see them whole, in beauty grown For love can never lose its own.
For the entire article on Crop Circles go to:
www.edgarcayce.org/venture_inward/03042004/column.asp?ID=Symbolic_Circles_in_the_Field