Today I am very sad. My sister is in a hospice and I can not make the long drive to see her. We were so very close growing up, and have stayed close throughout our long lives, now we two (on the ends) are the only ones left in a family of six kids. My son has offered to drive me there but for physical reasons it is just not possible right now. Also I would, as you know, put my feelings down in a poem but I must wait until later to write more about that long life later, and for now the best I can do is post the words of Kahlil Gibran.


Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes been filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very same cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.


2 thoughts on “COPING WITH SADNESS

  1. Within minutes of my posting this, my sister Myra Geneive Couvillion- Guillot passed away. She had a long loving life, leaving a large heritage of descendants following in hers and her loving husband Hershel’s loving way of life. When I got married we tried to pattern our married life after theirs and I see their children doing the same.

    When I am over my sadness I will be posting more about our lives growing up and how she brought love and laughter to all she met.

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