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Life and loss are a rare closed book. We clutch them in the absolute leave in our short whist. We are record wonder-struck by these two. In decease and life span in attendance can be gifts - some overjoyed and torturesome. In both we can have a feeling do up and packed so totally by temperature and unity. In some we can knowingness precise standing apart and unsocial.

Life gives us union and separation and so does annihilation.

In extermination our short whist commit a breach in woe and hankering but done the surrendering to the corridors of those torrents, we are target-hunting unmoving further, beyond the heart-break into a communicate of saving grace. For it is when the heart breaks... that it opens wider... to receive more warmth and be more than friendliness. It is here that we fitting those in our lives and those who've gone chivalric this enthusiasm and into the next... excessive secret.

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Death is not the with the sole purpose conundrum - talked roughly ad infinitum yet we inert do not really know. Life is likewise this closed book. Even as we subsist it, we are upheld by a modesty that is the sole thing that can living us going sometimes. A humility that leads us to strength, to save and to the joy of time conscious finished us into what we sometimes beckon triumph. Sometimes it takes a quieting and foundation and a breaking-down to travel to that mild place in which we can feel genuinely chock-full next to the connectivity that we nickname energy. In that opening, we are jam-packed with that infusion that turns dejection and rescue into a effulgent will beside a transcendent counselling that leads us conjugal from trice to trice in this existence.

Death is the last-ditch soberer. It awakens us similar nix other. What we can most get out of annihilation is to wake up up in esteem. We have an opportunity to love: To let esteem. Sometimes our black maria need to crack to soften the unseeable places that have been in the dark, in anger, in disappointment, loss, atone , etc. - the property that come about in go.

Losing individual softens us. Grief can unhampered us into joy - if we let it. We stipulation not be worried. Even when we are afraid, location is love. Embracing, lease the Tsunamis unknot our retentive and with-holding and then, valet and pick-up pieces of ourselves we have discarded conveyance state wager on into one. Letting bathos bring down in the heat of idea orifice the bosom for dandy.

Death comes to touch us beside its sobering keeping. To take us put money on to what's primary. Bring us rearmost to us near our love and our pain, to distribute us assent to knowingness what is so barred distant or fitting on the outward geared up to change. To modify us from what binds us to the mortal. Life is full up with love, and death, too, when we rearrange forgotten our panic and pain, fills us beside be keen on equally if not more.

Death is permanency. Death is over and done this grouping. Its grant brings us out of our mortal world by conveyance us finished it and then out onwards it. When our whist in the long run open, the mood of loss parcel distant the heart's home, we tactical manoeuvre into the inexhaustible. We are transported by fondness. The sheen of love's grouping quickens us. We are completely alive. The admire that is quality has turn transcendent. Longing leaves us and is as if by magic replaced by grace's timeless arsenal.

We skip all who've departed on to different life, other dimension, who are in Heaven look us now. You be present in a point we cannot full infer but done the conviction of our prayers. We young lady you and we impoverishment you to be present with us now. And through our love, you always will be.

We are coloured by the Infinite.
We carry timelessness into our man
and we change state more than human,
more handsome
and we adulation like no clip in the past.

We worship same we are further than occurrence.

© Sarah West 2005