Poems
FADE 
Written by Mauricio (Mariana's brother)
Please don't fade away, your love your smile
I can't believe you've flown away from me.
It isn't true, it isn't fair, it must be a lie
Your soft milk skin I think I'll never see.
The things I can't ever tell you again
I hope you know I may want to tell.
I will say to you with this tender pen
The only truth, I want to go to hell.
My love still flows, it will never decay
These millions of feelings I want to hide
But it won't be so, I do have to say,
Your memory I fear will someday die.
I love you, I miss you, please give me light
I hope I'll understand your early flight
HOPE
Great it is the error of them who think that those who
die
leave us forever. They do not leave us. They remain near us.
Where are they? In the darkness? Ah, no. We are those
that
are in the darkness.
They are near us, as under a veil: present but not seen.
We do not see them because a dark cloud surrounds us.
But they see us. If they fasten their eye's full glory on
our tear-filled eyes. Great, indescribable consolation.
The dead are not absent beings, but only invisible beings.
And I had often wondered what is the best remedy for those who cry. And I have found it.
It is the faith in this real, uninterrupted presence of our dead beloveds. It is the clear, penetrating intuition that with the death they have not been extinguished, have not been removed, have not moved away.
On the contrary, they live, and they live near us. Happy, transfigured. They have lost in their glorious change neither the gentleness of the soul, nor the tenderness of the heart, nor the ability to love.
Those that had been no more than ordinary creatures have become perfect. The beings who were beautiful have been made good. Those that were good have been made sublime...
a gift from your friend Ana
Maria Bedoya
translated by a friend from the Grief
& Healing Board, Roy Murdock.
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