Birds in Flight (M.A. Reilly, 2014) |
In times of great sorrow, the human body produces song--not a keening wail like you might suspect, but oddly a murmur, a rough melody that isn't sustained for long. Mindless as it is necessary.
I think of this, know it to be true.
My son's head is lowered to his father's shoulder and I lean in holding Rob's hand when I first hear the humming begin. Earlier, I laid across Rob's chest and hummed as well.
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When words fail, song rises.
Mary Ann -
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry.
-mike
I'm so very sorry, Mary Ann.
ReplyDeletesending you love and grace,
Catherine x
Thank you Catherine
ReplyDeleteKeeping you all in our thoughts and prayers Mary Ann. Sending much love ��
ReplyDeleteThank you Pam.
DeleteLove to you, Rob and Dev. I like the humming.
ReplyDeleteMary Ellen
Me too.
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