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Kätzchen · 07-06-2010, 11:10 PM

I have several close friends who have lost loved ones in death over the past few years and recently, I learned that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer. She's a Psy Nurse and she keeps working as if there is nothing wrong with her - determined not to miss one moment in life - saying that she'd rather keep herself busy until the end. When she came to see me this past spring break, she let me in on the news because I asked her if she was going to come to my universities commencement ceremony next year - even though I graduate this December. She said she didn't think she would make it. Each day I talk with her by phone, I wonder if it will be the last time I hear her voice.

Since then, other losses have occurred in my own family. I feel like I've been through a threshold of painful experiences - a series of them - and when I wrote the poem below, I had no idea how much I would need it for myself. So, I'm leaving it here tonight - not only for me - but for others who might need some small bit of encouragement, too.

The Valley of Bones

Dense is the structure upon which our foundation is built:

chakra's
pleading for balance and harmony
living cells
searching for truth
blood
giver of life, the invisible hand we seek

Temple of mine:

as we work to breathe, in and out;
let my mind release all there is, which is toxic
let my mind welcome all that is nourishing,
for as we wander through the caverns of life
we seek safety from what hurts us:

As we reach for what best there is

let us remember where our densest manifestation of spirit lay,
within the valley of the bones:

The last part of our body to solidify,

the last to decompose,
we dance to the drumming of the living pulse
as if we grow like a rose.
Encumbered at times in a thorny briar
seeking relief from a scorching fire
our beloved bones dance, our hips in scarlet;
bathed in the blood of life,
a single desire:

to be released from our pain and sorrow

rising from sack cloth are our smoking ashes;
the river of Gilead's balm washes us,
and releases us to experience life anew;
causing us to allow what the drumming vibrations signal --
to rise from the valley of death,
to the embered skies which are hued in blue:

Soaring to heights yet explored

let us dance:

dance for all that is new,
dance because we know it's true,
that where balance and harmony exist
it's because in the valley of the bones
we dared to dance:

dancing

in

shades of glorious
blue.

LDS (2008, December 24th)

07-06-2010, 11:10 PM	#4
Kätzchen Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Monogamously Attached ❤️ Join Date: May 2010 Location: Where it once rained daily but now it doesn’t. Posts: 15,092 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 36,000 Thanked 32,003 Times in 9,945 Posts Rep Power: 21474865	I have several close friends who have lost loved ones in death over the past few years and recently, I learned that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer. She's a Psy Nurse and she keeps working as if there is nothing wrong with her - determined not to miss one moment in life - saying that she'd rather keep herself busy until the end. When she came to see me this past spring break, she let me in on the news because I asked her if she was going to come to my universities commencement ceremony next year - even though I graduate this December. She said she didn't think she would make it. Each day I talk with her by phone, I wonder if it will be the last time I hear her voice. Since then, other losses have occurred in my own family. I feel like I've been through a threshold of painful experiences - a series of them - and when I wrote the poem below, I had no idea how much I would need it for myself. So, I'm leaving it here tonight - not only for me - but for others who might need some small bit of encouragement, too. The Valley of Bones Dense is the structure upon which our foundation is built: chakra's pleading for balance and harmony living cells searching for truth blood giver of life, the invisible hand we seek Temple of mine: as we work to breathe, in and out; let my mind release all there is, which is toxic let my mind welcome all that is nourishing, for as we wander through the caverns of life we seek safety from what hurts us: As we reach for what best there is let us remember where our densest manifestation of spirit lay, within the valley of the bones: The last part of our body to solidify, the last to decompose, we dance to the drumming of the living pulse as if we grow like a rose. Encumbered at times in a thorny briar seeking relief from a scorching fire our beloved bones dance, our hips in scarlet; bathed in the blood of life, a single desire: to be released from our pain and sorrow rising from sack cloth are our smoking ashes; the river of Gilead's balm washes us, and releases us to experience life anew; causing us to allow what the drumming vibrations signal -- to rise from the valley of death, to the embered skies which are hued in blue: Soaring to heights yet explored let us dance: dance for all that is new, dance because we know it's true, that where balance and harmony exist it's because in the valley of the bones we dared to dance: dancing dancing dancing in shades of glorious blue. LDS (2008, December 24th)