Rion's Reflections
These Words from the Heart are a
Collection of Life Thoughts and Healing Words
by Brenda "Rion" Sewell



We must play by the rules life has dealt us
no matter how it makes us feel,
for sometimes the things that we feel are the worst
are the stepping stones that help us to heal.

© 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

Contents of this page ...
Dealing with Death
Morning Song
D-Day at Normandy
Do You Remember?
Therapy Dog
On the Other Side of Nowhere
Some People
Quiet Softness
From the Depths ... Inspired by Life
Do I Live?
Set Free
Soul Searching

Dealing with Death
Most of us at one time or another have experienced the loss of someone we love. There is no way to avoid the pain completely, but we can find ways to cope, to become stronger, and, eventually, to find peace.

Dealing with death is a process we all must endure at some time in our life. When we receive the notice of the death of a loved one, the words crush our hearts and take our breath away. One message cannot stand on its own as memories and thoughts rush through our minds in a flurry of emotion. If the person was extremely close to us, we may even feel anger at the person for leaving us alone to face the world.

In all walks of life, people have devised ways to help them cope with the inevitability and finality of death. In all lifestyles, talking is the best way to open your heart and allow the grief to subside. Talking releases the emotions; it clears space in your heart and mind for a touch of joy to enter your life.

If someone you know has suffered a loss, the best thing you can do for that person is to listen.  Face the person, don’t look away, and give them your full attention.  You did not cause the tears they shed; neither did you cause the pain they are feeling.  The tears make the pain more visible to you, but you did not give them the pain.  It was already there.

When they cry, you may feel helpless and not know what to do. Just remember, you don't need to do a thing, just be there for them.  Allow their tears to flow and it will help them to heal.

You need not speak, but do not turn away. Your silence as they cry is all they need. Be patient and do not fear. Listening with your heart to what they feel relieves their pain; for when the tears can freely come and go, their heart will become lighter in spirit.

I believe when we have learned all the lessons we were sent to Earth to learn, we are allowed to shed our physical body and return in spirit.  Our body imprisons our soul the way a cocoon encloses the future butterfly. At the time of our physical death, we will be free of pain, free of fears and free of worries.  We will be as a beautiful butterfly returning home to God.

The most important thing for you to remember is you are never alone.  There are people who can help you cope with your grief as deal with it you must.  For life goes on and you will continue to grow and to sing, to love and to dance, even after your loved one has parted. We cannot avoid the pain death brings into our life, but we can choose to not allow that pain to overwhelm us to the point of a lifeless non-existence.

© May 2001 Brenda “Rion” Sewell

Morning Song
Caress me with the silken beams
from an effervescent moon;
grasp the tail of an evening breeze
and cool my fevered brow.

Sweep away the low wretchedness
of thoughts from long ago,
empty my mind of sorrows and pain
and fill me with your light.

Bring the stars of the universe
and place them in my hands
allow me to feel the wonder of
creations in the night.

Share with me the song of joy
as once again I realize
the peace I find within my soul
is found in morning song.

© February 2001 Brenda “Rion” Sewell

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She stands at the archway .. waiting and wanting,
longing for the love that has been denied.
She feels an emptiness deep within her heart
that threatens to consume her being and soul.

She feels the cool night air upon her skin
and smells the night blooming jasmine on the wind.
Her hair lifts softly from off her bowed neck and
tendrils of dark tresses stroke her tear stained cheek.

Silken light from a full blown moon
stains the ground upon which she stands.
Shadows hold the entities that cry out to her
with silent voices of heart felt searing pain.

Folding in upon herself she crumbles
crushed beneath the burden that has filled her heart.
Her mind shattered and forsaken
she turns deep within herself and disappears.

© January 2000 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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D-Day at Normandy
June 6, 1944
Apprehension grasps the hearts
of young men new to the game of war,
wearing uniforms crisp with starch,
with helmets set at a cocky slant.

Packs are slung across their backs,
rifles gripped in shaking hands
as they stand in groups upon the boats
that take them on to a foreign land.

Ramps drop down and shouting aloud,
they run in sheer desperation.
Onward they run to the war torn sand,
as guns in the dunes hurl their death.

It is quiet now as guns cease to fire
and the leaders come to take a toll
of the boys lying dead upon the sand
wearing boots with unblemished soles.

© November 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Do You Remember?
Dedicated to all our friends,
who never got to live out their dreams ...
Do you remember me?
Do you remember him?
How about her with the greying hair?
So many years have gone by
since we went our separate ways.

Do you ever think of
all the days that passed by?
How many of our friends are not here?
Those who were taken from life
before they could fulfill their dreams.

So many friends have gone
on to a better place.
Faces may fade and voices grow dim
as passing years take their toll,
but their memories linger on.

When we meet for a time
talk of those from the past
they live again for a time in our minds.
Memories are the key
that unlock the vault in our hearts.

© July 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Therapy Dog
My dog Gideon and I volunteer
and visit area health care facilities.

Confused about the time
reaching for something that isn’t quite there.
Searching the silent mind
for childhood memories hidden within,
trying to bring back life
to aging spirits hiding deep inside.
Therapy dogs are brought in
hoping to coax life to enter again.

Hopeless eyes fill the room
with gloom, despair, and despondency.
Seeing death as a friend,
they wish for release from frail body and mind.
Entering the quiet room
the large German Shepherd politely greets.
Watching with soulful eyes,
he offers himself to the deaf and blind.

Deaf to the song of life
with minds gone dormant from boredom and pain.
Blind to the joy of peace
as depression brings darkness to their days.
As hands begin to touch
joyful memories come of childhood dogs.
As their eyes meet, the dog brings
joy into the hearts of life’s castaways.

© June 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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On the Other Side of Nowhere
On the other side of nowhere, there is a place I go to rest
of rambling streams and grassy fields with trees of lofty height.
As I walk beneath the boughs of oak along a hidden path,
the wind sings out and calls my name in soft sweet undertones.

A lustrous pearl in a velvet sky, the moon whispers to the dove on high
as gracefully she glides in gentle flight and sings a verse in song.
Effervescent moonlight tumbles feather-light in soft hushed tones of nimble flight
on a gentle breeze of cool, sweet air whispering in a kaleidoscope of silence.

Take my hand, come walk with me .. let me join my soul with yours
so we may be as one tonight and dream entwined forever more.
My body, once so tired and worn, is now glowing with new life
and memories, that tore the soul, stay quiet through the night.

Moonbeams dancing among the clouds, paint a silver heaven
with stars as gifts for those who care to share their heart and souls.
On the other side of nowhere, all is peaceful and serene
as stillness heals mind-numbing pain, allowing life to bloom again.

© May 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Some People

Some people hide behind colorful masks all their life
looking out from a safe place, they view life from afar.
Some people don’t believe in living a life of their own
living their whole life through others, seeing life through their eyes.

Living on the outskirts of life, they never feel the love
never feel the touch of a lovers hand, or the sweetness of a kiss.
Living in a world of pretend, never giving their soul a chance
to fly free and explore the passion this world has to offer.

Deluded into believing life is cruel by some early thought,
they miss feeling the joy of a consecrated love.
Deluded into feeling unworthy, of feeling inadequate
due to heartless words from early on in their childhood.

Some people need to be taken by the hand, need to be led
out of the darkness of their lives, and into the light.
Some people are dying inside, a bit at a time, from a lack
of a love they have never known .. all because of an unkind word.

© November 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

Stop the abuse .. stop the tearing apart of souls
Show someone a bit of love.

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Set Free
Will you walk beside me, hand in hand, and stand in the sun one last time?
Will you caress my cheek, as you were oft to do, and look into my eyes?
It is time for us to depart and to tarry no more, but please show me that you still care.

Hand in hand, we will slowly walk, under a night sky filled with stars.
Pull me back for one last look, one fleeting caress, one sweet kiss
before you leave me here standing alone against the world.

Knowing full well our time here on earth is fleeting and short,
Let me say I have loved with a passion .. sweet and pure.
Give me that at least, before you tear my heart from my soul as you leave.

Let me dream awhile longer, before the harsh reality of life takes over
and I must walk alone in a world that no longer holds your soul.
Take my hand and softly place a kiss in the palm to keep me forever safe from harm.

Fight hard my friend, try to stay here with me, for I love you greatly still,
but when your will falters, and the pain becomes too great ...
I will release you from a long ago promise to never leave
and will bid you a fond, but tearful, farewell.

© November 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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Quiet Softness
A stillness surrounds me like a silken cloak,
wrapping my soul in peace and tranquility.
A passion for life lying dormant and fallow, awakens
and whisperings of excitement bring joy to my heart.

Tormenting thoughts and memories gone bad
are pushed into the recesses of a fragile mind.
An essence of freshness beguiles the jaded spirit
and once again the eyes look upon life afresh.

Gardens of flowers, dipping their heads in awe of the sun,
freshen the day with the sweet attar of morning.
Irridescent feathers flit amongst dew softened hedges
and butterflies float on the sun warmed breeze.

Holding these wondrous sights tight to my soul,
I cherish the serenity that has found my heart.
The tranquility of nature has entered my life
as I allow myself to drift with the tide of time.

© November 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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From the Depths ... Inspired by Life
The body is ...
battered and broken, bleeding and bruised,
attacked and assaulted, raped and ruined
by a man of cruel intent.
The mind is ...
confused and upset, crushed and defeated,
vacant and senseless, shocked and appalled ...
all because of a thoughtless act.
The soul is ...
tormented and tortured, in anguish and agony.
Trust is broken .. confidence damaged ..
Her Faith in the Lord destroyed.
The woman is ...
healed and made happy and returned to health.
Her mind is ...
composed and serene, tranquil and at peace.
Her soul is ...
restored and renewed, trust is regained ..
all because of the Lord.
Oh, Lord ... You are the guardian of my soul
with You living within my heart, I am whole.
© October 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Lord, have you heard me?  Have you listened to my plea?
Could you please send a sign you are there?
I am hurting so badly, my heart is in agony.
Confusion has me in deep despair.
Please Lord, do you hear me?  I really need an answer,
for upon it my life does depend.
My life, my whole destiny, my fate of hopes to occur
relies on Your existence to mend.
Please Lord, do you hear me?  I’m exhausted, I need rest.
Desperation has a hold of my life.
Chaos and futility ... Please Lord, grant me this request.
Dear Lord, give me peace, take this strife.
©  September 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Dark shadows of sorrow overcome the mind,
as pain fills the light spirit that once was hers,
drowning her in dismal thoughts, morbid and dark.
Seeking refuge from insanity, a quest for peace is made.
Tranquil solitude beckons her to the water’s edge
where silver beads of light dance on gentle waves.
Waves tapping at the shore, a rhythmic beat that joins the breeze,
as Nature’s song quiets her heart, releasing the pain
to flow, to cascade, to ebb from her soul.
Her tears fall onto leaves of pale green
joining the dewdrops that hang precariously on leafy boughs.
They are but diamond drops of liquid fire, quivering in the morning sun.
Shards of reflected light are thrown upon her cheek,
leaving soft rainbows of color, dancing a silent tattoo,
joining the blush of her skin and the eyes of blue.
Time passes and the sun warms her lustrous hair
releasing a fresh, sweet smell that floats away on the breeze
carrying the pain of death from her body and soul.
Opening her mind to the harmony of earth and sky,
quiet thoughts of peace take over her soul
enfolding her spirit in sweet serenity and she is at peace once more.
© October 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Deep despair envelopes tranquil unity within
suffering pain and seeking peace.
I seek the comfort of a nearby lake
in hope of sweet release.
In need of respite from harmful thoughts
in pursuit of sweet serenity,
tempting me with promises of peace
the lakeside calls and beckons me.
Thoughts of death and loss of faith
have brought me to the lake,
to listen to its sweet nightsongs
as deep within I quake.
Soft whisperings of spirits travel through the night,
“Come to us .. speak with us .. hear our call”
and the invitation lingers amongst tendrils of memories ...
“Walk with us .. talk with us .. listen to us all.”
Water, lapping at the shore, calls and beckons me
“Come with us ..” inviting me to join their company.
Darkened pool of comfort, a haven for a tortured mind ...
“Walk with us ..” the voices sing an alluring melody.
Breathing deep and walking out, the water holds me close ...
refreshing ... healing ... in the water cool and deep.
I let it flow over my head and feel the kind release
as unwanted energies, at last, begin to sleep.
Renewed and washed, my soul repaired, I stand
and look up to the sky above ...
feeling the strength flow throughout my soul
my heart is filled with love.
An easing of sadness and sorrow, I feel
as pain floats off with the evening tide
with energy gathered from the Lord above,
painful memories finally subside.
© October 1998 Brenda "Rion"  Sewell
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Do I Live?
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Dedicated to Tony, Alan, and Mark ...
I have come to a realization that I have lost my truth
and I yearn and pray for the peace that I seek,
and he said, “Stop looking, let it find you."
“And what do I do while I wait?” I asked, “I feel so alone and weak.”
I try to forgive, to forget past hurts, but I cannot let them go.
There is too much anger inside of me and confusion reigns supreme.
The troubled turmoil of my mind keeps my thoughts in a whirl
so the truth that I seek stays hidden as if deep within a dream.
He listened and then his words touched a place, deep within my heart
“Why do you search outside yourself, when all that you are is within?
To attain what you seek you must listen and learn
to the truths that your heart holds and then let life begin.”
As he spoke, a gossamer veil lifted up and an awakening took place in my mind.
I smiled and said, “I will treasure these words that you have given me today."
I knew in my heart that the time had arrived for a decision to be made.
It was time for my spiritual growth to begin, to set free the obstacles in my way
“You will come through this, just forge your mind in a fire of great resolve
and attune your will to a focused point that allows your will to endure."
So now I tread on a path, bright and new, that will permit my self to grow
in the truth of a faith, that allows me to heal .. to care .. to love .. and to cure.
© July 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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music in the background..
soft talk .. agreeable ..
how long will it last ?
only for a few

glancing moments in time ..
shared visions

only to be snatched away
hidden deep
lost in the depths
unable to
reach them

glancing moments in time ..
enjoyed and held close
for a time

until lost again.

© March 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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The night is quiet; soft lights surround me
the house is full of people and I am still alone.
I sit, unable to sleep, memories of past hurts
memories that threaten to destroy me.

Thoughts of harsh hands, pummeling bodies,
a young girl’s future in the hands of those who do not care.
The faith of that child ruined, her trust in people broken.
Questioning, "God .. where were you?"

Long ago hurts, long ago pains, still alive
still troubling the mind, eating her from within
devouring what is left inside,
devouring the rest of her that was left behind.

© January 1999 Brenda "Rion"  Sewell

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pieces of memory
floating around
in a mind
made fragile by pain.

coping with memories
tormented by
a thought that
floats just out of reach.

grasping my memories
holding them tight
so my life
doesn’t disappear.

© March 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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Soul Searching

No light .. no darkness ..
just misty shades of grey
hiding the truths
that we seek within ourselves.

Brightness gone .. shadows abound
in the mist that covers all
hiding the discord
that seems to reside within ourselves.

Seeking truths and finding none
grasping life at the edge
of reality
hoping to avoid the storm of death.

©  May 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell

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