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Friday, May 16, 2014

Sepia Saturday 228 The Sands of Time

A mention of  the sands of time,brings me immediately to recall American poet,  Henry Wadsworth Longellow's "Psalm of Life" that I memorized oh so long ago, back in school when we memorized poetry--it is with me still ages past. And yet this beautiful spring month is wistful for us for as May 23 approaches, the birthday of our late lost  son Steve, born May 23, 1964 and lost to the sands of time December, 2008, I feel a tribute to him  meets the sands theme. The heart ache that has become less painful with the sands of time but one that I suspect will never fully go away, the loss of an adult child. Sepians I give you my sands today...
1966 Steve and me
A Psalm of Life

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!



1976 Steve and me   Auburn, CA
Statue of Claude Chana,  French 1849  gold miner
in the famous California gold rush

2007 employment ID photo Steve
This is my Sepia post.  To see what others offer in this international community, go to the site here...http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2014/05/sepia-saturday-228-17-may-2014.html

12 comments:

  1. They do tend to grow up fast, don't they - the sands of time shifting ever faster. I'd forgotten Longfellow's poem. "Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." No truer words, those! Nice post!

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  2. It sounds like it was quite hard for you to write but it's a lovely tribute to your son..

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  3. Thank you for including Longfellow in your Sepia tribute to your son.

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  4. I do believe he's smiling down upon you everyday. This is very lovely.

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  5. Pat, a sad but heartfelt tribute to your son, Steve, who may be gone but certainly never forgotten by those he loved and who loved him. He lives forever in your heart as it should be with those we love and have loved.

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  6. Blessings to you on this sorrowful anniversary. Thank-you for sharing the gratitude of your happy memories of your son through these photos. Gone but never forgotten.

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  7. Be a hero in the strife, great words. This is a fine tribute to your beloved son.

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  8. I am certain that there is no sadness that compares with losing a child. My sympathy.

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  9. A fine tribute to your son, Pat. His life was anything but an empty dream.

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  10. I had forgotten that poem although I recall some of those lines. Lots of memorable lines. It is a fitting poem in memory of your son.

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  11. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. To me, paying tribute means opening up the heartache in order to share the love. It's a generous thing to do. I'm sorry your son is no longer here with you.

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