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  • Oh, that is so encouraging! Thank you for your inspiration and all that you do for this community!

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  • Yes, Julia, I believe it too! Thanks for sharing your story ❤️

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  • Goodbyes

    Are we filled with mourning, filled with grief
    When branches release their last brown leaf
    Are we filled with anguish, filled with woe
    When the sun melts the last cindered snow

    Seasons are a blended transition
    “One day”s coming into fruition
    And so is this life into the next
    Letting go, while clutching to our chest
    Like a dainty rose held too tightly
    Watching the soft petals fall lightly
    What we know, clouded by what we feel
    So why does this goodbye seem so real

    Are we filled with mourning, filled with grief
    When the branches bud their first green leaf
    Are we filled with anguish, filled with woe
    When the sun brings songs of the sparrow

    This is not the end, but your rebirth
    Disappearing seed into the earth
    Promised beauty after the stillness
    Remaining joy despite the illness
    We pull you close as we let you go
    Goodnight kiss and, “See you tomorrow”
    What we know, clouded by what we feel
    So why do goodbyes feel so real

    Melodee Moore

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    • The last thing my Grandmother said to me before she passed was “Until we see each other again”. She knew she was dying and so did I, but she left me with that beautiful message that I carry around with me always. As hard as it is now, we will see each other again.

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    • This is so beautiful. The poem is more than words. It’s an experience. You can feel the emotion in the way you weave the words. Thank you for sharing, and thank you for being part of our unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • Space Between

    In the space between beginning to fall and feeling pain
    Rain’s sudden stop while driving under a bridge
    Laughter silenced by holding breath through a tunnel
    A dropped glass’ last second before the shatter
    Quiet lightening cracks awaiting the clap of thunder
    Sudden pauses, the allusion of frozen time
    A breath of fresh air or the wind knocked out?
    A hallowed interlude or a hollowed moment?
    Peace in waiting and bliss in ignorance
    Comfort in the middle of what was and what must be
    Safety in the space between

    Melodee Moore

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    • This is AMAZING, Melodee!! I am obsessed with the line “Comfort in the middle of what was and what must be.” When you experience moments where you get to have a brief second of peace, life can be put into perspective. It is so funny to me that the littlest, most random moments in life can be so meaningful to others. Outstanding poem!!

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