Sky Tears #atozchallenge “T”

bucket of tears

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

observation tower

What do you when it’s raining buckets?

T

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Go Deep #devotion

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.

watering eye

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!!! ”

Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out. 
Proverbs 20:5

heart in water

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…

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”

Romans 5:3-5

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

Romans 8:18

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. “

1 Peter 4:12

Sharing this with Godinterest today.

Memory’s Harvest #haiku

At the beginning of September I came back to my birthplace. Nothing of my mother remained. The grass in front of mother’s room had withered in the frost. Everything had changed. The hair of my brother and sisters was white and they had wrinkles between their eyebrows. We could only say, “We are fortunate to be still alive.” Nothing more. My elder brother opened an amulet case and said reverently to me, “Look at mother’s white hair. You have come back after such a long time. So this is like the jewel box of Urashima Taro. Your eyebrows have become white.” We wept for a while and then I composed this verse:

if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

dirt

The soil was where our story began ~

We were farmers and during the coldest winter,  harshest depression, or strictest rationing, we always had a spare morsel for someone with empty hands. Great grandfather passed down a love for the harvest; his son carried forth that responsibility. Some of us shared that love for the land while others tried to get the last dime from her. Dimes are spent rapidly and with little memory. The land has been faithful and gives back to those who dig deep…

still warm to the touch

memories flow with the tears

you have never failed

crops

 

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 #EdgarAllenPoe #haiku #photography

 

 

Edgars desk

 

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?

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Grasping at hope

sea pulls at all I hold dear

your kiss still warm

*

tears at great cost

dark dreams possess my heart

you are gone

photo of Edgar

The prompt  for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream

Too Much to Let Go of …. #grief #poetry #photography

sun behind clouds

runs through my fingertips

furrows formed by tears

so much run-off in my heart

though preparing these many years

*

how can one prepare

for a loved one’s life to pass?

one my knees I’ve daily prayed

memories to hold me fast

*

to the pier of grief I’m moored

against me the waves crash

bulwark waterlogged

to hope my sinews lashed

*

“steer straight” I hear the call

a lighthouse  is ahead

drift not into death’s shoals

peer through the cloud of dread

 

Tribute to a Smile #poetry #photography #smiles

If only I could cast away the pain

with a word

or a phrase

 holding back the rain

with a red umbrella

If only I could lie here

surrounded by down pillows

candlelight glow

 catching every tear

in a crystal bottle

If only we could dance before the moon

white cascade

billowing at our feet

snowflakes in silver spoon

reflecting smiles

If only I could scatter like confetti

rain, tears, snow

like laughter it would go

starlight always ready

into a joyful world

My youngest is a child no longer. Happy Birthday H!!!!