Attitude of Gratitude: embracing sorrow. Our friend is a bird with a broken wing who doesn't know if he will ever fly again with the loss of his wife. More than anyone we know, his genius mind flew above the earth while his wife was the wind beneath his wings enabling him to soar. His feet never touched the ground, until now. He doesn't know what to do walking around, scratching dirt, when all he has known for forty years has been the upper altitude. He has to come to terms with his God who used him many times to help bring miraculous healing to others, but not for his wife. Instead her life ebbed away when it wasn't supposed to.
"Faith is when you come to the edge of all the light you have known,
and are about to step out into the darkness.
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen.
There will be something to stand on or
you will be taught how to fly."
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
Robert Frost
"O Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods.
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the wintery blast
Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd
O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
Of melancholy, tenderer in its mood
Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt."
William Allingham
and again...
"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact
you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;
Avoid all entanglements.
Lock it up safe in casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change.
It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
To love is to be vulnerable."
C.S. Lewis