"Come back my love return and stay / With me! Turn back from death somehow!"
Transcendental Sonnet #1191:
The Velvet Night Now Weeps for Us
for Silke
Soft in the sky as in our hearts below
The velvet night now weeps for us
The shrouded moon now keeps for us
The secrets of a love only we know
Oh Silke Shining in the Sky
Can you see me so far away
And feel my love and hear me cry?
My transcendental butterfly
All day long it was dark today
Bring back the light which I live by
No poem I write no words I say
Could bear the weight of my grief now
Come back my love return and stay
With me! Turn back from death somehow!
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
The accompanying image was done by Silke, the last image she sent me.
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Reviewed by Tobias Geissen (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2004
Sad...Sad...Sad...
...the situation is terrible for all of us who knows and loves Silke.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love I gain nothing Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away...And now these things remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE.
--1 Corinthians 13:1-8, 13
This is heartbreaking, Steven, I have no words, only tears and sadness.
Sherry
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2004
Angels do indeed cry but then you now have one special one looking over your shoulder. Angels are like that my cousin's wife joined them Christmas Eve. Time Steve and remember the love that never goes away.
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...the situation is terrible for all of us who knows and loves Silke.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love I gain nothing Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away...And now these things remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE.
--1 Corinthians 13:1-8, 13
Gottes Segen
T.
Sherry