“Jealous Of The Angels”

66821_234091456740446_1156119800_nI posted this last year but felt the need to re share it with you as a reminder that Monday is NOT a holiday but a day to remember those who came before us, and those who give themselves today so that you and I have the freedom we sometimes take for granted.

We don’t have to allow the commercial aspect of marketing to rush us into the next holiday on the ‘list’ so quickly! Remembering those who gave their lives for our freedom should be savored. Remembering those who lost their lives regardless of the battle they fought should be remembered in our hearts forever.

Loss affects every one of us. Death will greet us all, eventually. Risking your life for the lives of others is the ultimate sacrifice. Material loss means nothing to those who survived a battle…of any kind. Loss puts life into perspective. We need to continue being the change we want to see in our world and appreciate the gift that those who came before us gave. Battles are fought but not always won, leaving a legacy behind to be remembered.

The Heroes who fought to give us our freedom are being whisked away too quickly so we can drown in the madness of gross obsession for stuff none of us need. Stuff! Where has all the meaning gone? Wants and needs have become one of the same. They are NOT the same. What we need is to get back to the basics before we can’t see through all the distractions swirling around us, calling us like a deep seeded addiction calls an addict. Consumerism…we have all taken a hit of that drug. STOP the madness!

I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate what’s truly important in life. Health, freedom, spirit, love, friendship, unity and peace. The essence behind what is lovely in life is being over powered by marketing, money and greed. We can’t allow the human spirit to be set aside for such meaningless garbage!

We are reminded often lately how precious life is. The love that is present in our hearts for those who gave their lives selflessly can’t be forgotten. Lest We Forget is a phrase to caution us against forgetting those who died in war.

We can’t take any of our possessions with us when we leave this world, but I do believe when one is awarded with a ‘medal of honour’ it transcends with whom it belongs in spirit. Honour in your own way those who left you behind. Give those you loved their very own medal of honour to take with them when they go.

Human spirit rises in tragedy. We naturally reach out to those who experience a loss, it’s human nature. Compassion is alive and well. We are surrounded by Heroes in memory and in life as are we surrounded by Angels. I like to believe our Heroes get first dibs on the Angels waiting…and our Angels are past fallen Heroes giving themselves once again.

“Jealous of the Angels”…by Jen Bostic

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‘Beyond Marriage’..an excerpt of a novel, part two.

Wildflowers The sun was brilliant.  Flowers were in full bloom.  There was a light floral breeze in the air.  As the guests arrived you could see in their eyes that each one was there to experience a once in a lifetime gift of seeing the truest form of love unite.

If anyone was to have hope of lasting a lifetime it was us.  There was not one face in the crowd who did not truly believe in the marriage they were about to witness.

As the moment drew near I felt as though I was having an out of body experience.  I was overwhelmed with emotion.  I felt faint.  The moment I had dreamed of as a young girl was about to happen.  I was about to look into my Fathers eyes as his little girl and walk down the isle holding onto his strong arm, moments away from becoming a wife.  He felt secure, safe and his love for me was felt deep inside my heart.  I took a deep breath, looked into my father’s eyes and he reassured me I would be just fine.  We took the first step together and walked out into the view of everyone.  It was truly exhilarating.

My eyes went straight through the crowd to meet his while my entire body balanced itself and relaxed.  The thought that went through my soul was that it was him, the one, my guy, my soul mate, it was he who was standing looking at me, waiting for me.  I felt it to be so right in every ounce of my being.  I was no longer quivering.  I felt as though he had passed onto me some of his inner strength through the joining of our hands.

After the ceremony everyone gathered close while he stood strong and read aloud a poem he wrote to me.  There was complete silence with not one dry eye in the crowd.  It was like Shakespeare or listening to an Opera and, though the verses were not understood by all, you knew exactly what he was saying.

‘The Poem’

Early evening window, faded red, hand painted wind.

A watery Eden.

Cloaked in bliss, I watched my angel dance.

Cool curtains in circular embrace, forever in your debt for this fresh miracle.

Opulent compelling sanctuary.

Sunlit sleep.

A single shadow watched until we stopped, the strong tones of a poets thoughts.

Lamenting sunlight.

We will follow in steps from a rising chorus, shall we make an eternal promise?

A poem or a prayer?

If I could only touch you again for the very first time.

For You,

My Eternal Love

Tracy

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