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© by Maya Stein

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Monday, May 29, 2006

on grief and healing


























"Go to the grave of buried love, and meditate. There, settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited - every past endearment unregarded - of the departed being, who can never, never return to be soothed by thy contrition! If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment thy kindness or truth; if thou art a friend, and hast ever wronged in thought, or word, or deed, the spirit that generously confided in thee; if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold beneath thy feet - then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul; then be sure that thou wilt lie down sorrowing and repentant on the grave, and utter the unheard groan, and pour the unavailing tear - more deep, more bitter, because unheard and unavailing." - from The Country Gentleman: A Journal for the Farm, the Garden, and the Fireside, July 31, 1862.

3 comments:

la vie en rose said...

1862! wow! it's amazing how words from so long ago can still have such a great impact today. i guess it's because human nature doesn't change all that much over time.

stephoto said...

This is lovely and universal and timeless. I might be late on the bandwagon here, but I like the look of your new blog page. Glad to have it because I miss you and your writing, girl!

Steph

Wenda said...

"you'll be sorry when i'm dead and gone" i remember my mother sometimes saying and i think often now of what regrets she must have carried to know this.