Alliance of Hope for Suicide Survivors

The Birthday Table by Frankie Wilford

No rustling tissue paper,scattered ribbons or burst balloons; no shouts of Happy Birthday break the silence in this room. None the less a birthday has rolled around again.

Though the beloved who reveled in cheer, no longer blows the candles out at the turning of the year, loving hands may bring a photograph of that precious life to share and place it on the birthday table with utmost tenderness and care.

For though the world may not recall the laughter or the joys, we treasure every memory of your birthday.

Soul Food

A monthly selection of poetry, readings and more to heal the spirit and fuel the soul. The author of this selection is unknown.

Always Near  

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.  I could see that you were mourning, You found it hard to sleep.

My spirit whispered softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.