In Episode 154 of Journey from Grief to Healing, Dr. Ray Calabrese shares personal insights on coping with loss during the holidays. For many, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s can be a painful reminder of loved ones who are no longer with us. Drawing on his own experiences and the inspiring works of poets like Alfred Lord Tennyson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Dr. Calabrese offers practical steps for embracing the season with hope and resilience. Learn how to take a step toward the light, rediscover joy, and navigate the holidays with strength and purpose.
Tennyson
Today’s Quote: We Are One
We are all a part of every person we have ever met. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today’s Poem ~ Duet
Duet
Lord Alfred Tennyson
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
in the pine overhead?
2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
the cliffs of the land.
1. Is there a voice coming up with the
voice of the deep from the strand,
Once coming up with a Song in the
flush of the glimmering red?
2. Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
1. Love that can shape or can shatter a
life till the life shall have fled?
2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that
can lift up a life from the dead.
1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.
Let us be, let us be.
2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him
reign in it – he, it is he,
Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
in the pine overhead?
2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
the cliffs of the land.
1. Is there a voice coming up with the
voice of the deep from the strand,
Once coming up with a Song in the
flush of the glimmering red?
2. Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
1. Love that can shape or can shatter a
life till the life shall have fled?
2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that
can lift up a life from the dead.
1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.
Let us be, let us be.
2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him
reign in it – he, it is he,
Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
Today’s Poem ~ Crossing the Bar
Crossing The Bar
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
