Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
Sky tears fall like buckets
observing from a glass tower
lightening tests the glass
while thunder reverberates
trembling people look for assurance
there is none as the walls tumble
What do you when it’s raining buckets?
I just read an article about tears and that they are good for us because they open our hearts! Maybe this poem will make a clear visual:
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
I woke in burning pain today
the searing drew me to my knees
tears wash over even now
and I can only pray and plead
My heart heard nudging from my Lord
“people are suffering all over the world
let pain wake you to the need
petition for the lost, your words I’ll heed”
I woke in burning pain today
I dropped sobbing to my knees
“Oh Lord children suffer it is true
they’ll burn alive without you!!! ”
Should I focus on my own suffering or on that of others? The Bible says we will have trouble in this life but isn’t it what we do with the “suffering” that makes a difference? I was reminded as my pain has been escalating of a time when I chose not to use narcotics to stem the tide. The pain would crash over me in the night and I decided I might as well pray. This went on for months (then years). I learned by praying for others that my pain would lessen and like an analgesic I would (eventually) fall back to sleep. These are troublesome times – Do we anesthetize our lives or do we walk on hot coals with fellow sufferers? May ours tears soften our hearts to hear the cries of those lost in the night…
Sharing this with Godinterest today.
The Carpe Diem prompt today is from the wonderful haibun from Basho. “If taken in my hand” fills me with new and old memories as my hands return to the soil this season.
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. ~Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
The prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream
silent your blue storms
to catch my tears
The prompt for Chevrefeuilles Carpe Diem Shuukan Tears.
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