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Infinite Night

Acquainted With the Night

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Leaving the Infinite Night 

by Carmen H Gray

The nightingale enchanted me

With its songs of ecstasy

The sweet sadness of loss

Enveloped my heart

I sank deep into 

The infinite night

Where I could only feel

What I could not see

Where I could scarcely hear

The faint echoes of yesteryear

I held myself captive

In the comfortable pain

Until the sun asked to rise

I, unopposed to the light

At last stepped out 

Of the Infinite night.

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I Travel Light

“If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.” -Cesare Pavese 

I Travel Light

by Carmen H Gray

In the station

Bustling with distractions

I glance around

At my fellow travelers

Heaving burdens

Possessions that subjugate the possessor

I look down at my own “belongings”

Be, meaning to exist

Longings, meaning to yearn for

And leave them

As I gingerly step forward

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Gifts

10891966_10203296823561451_767061423866546853_nWe visit my husband’s grandparent’s graves every year.  It’s a beautiful resting place and we end up telling each other the same stories about them so often that the kids or one of us says, “you said that last time”.  I think older people do this subconsciously to pass down memories to the next generations….not merely to just annoy the offspring.

I stepped off for a moment to think about how difficult it is to lose a loved one anytime, but especially around the holidays.  That’s when both of Jason’s grandparents passed years ago.  Ava came up to me and asked me what I was thinking, so I told her.  She paused, then said, “I think Jackson was given an amazing Christmas gift.”  I looked at her.  She went on, “because he was released from his pain.”  Took my breath away, that one.