It is never too late ... 1986

The golden moments
in the stream of life
rush past us,
and we see nothing but sand;
...the angels come to visit us,
and we only know them when they are gone.

The only failure one should fear,
is not hugging to the purpose
they see as best.

There is no despair so absolute
as that which comes
with the first moments
of our first great sorrow,
when we have not yet known
what it is to have suffered
and be healed,
to have despaired
and have recovered hope.

Blessed is the influence
of one true, loving
human soul on another.

For what is love itself,
for the one we love best ?
An enfolding of immeasurable cares
which yet are better
than any joys outside our love.

What do we live for,
if not to make life
less difficult for each other ?

It will never rain roses:
when we want to have more roses
we must plant more trees.

It is never too late
to be
what you might have been.

~ George Eliot ~

Baby r will always be one of those singular moments of despair.  His heart beat and he moved in the womb until he did not anymore.  And then there was nothing but a dull black void. The two year old little girl toddled into view with huge brown eyes, her blond hair looking like it always needed brushing. In her green corduroy coveralls and brown leather boots, her favorite outfit, she could barely see up over the edge of the hospital mattress.  She got up on her tiptoes, like a ballet dancer and reached up with her chubby hand to grab the woman's hand laying lifeless on the bed.  The nurse started to move forward because of the IV, she was unsure of what might happen.  "Mommy ?" the toddler said so clearly, with so much fear, love and tears gathered urgently in her voice. With that one word, the black began to fade to grey.