During this horrible time, words of comfort may fall on temporarily deaf eyes. Yet, invisible hugs sent through heartfelt prayers cannot be minimized. And as the events continue to unfold, maybe the following poem, written for those victims of the Newtown, CT massacre... will express our shared grief, . . . then eventual realization of a concrete loving hope.
For These I Weep *
Seah Greenhorn
poem and picture (with Copyright)
While
My Precious,
My Beautiful One
SLEEPS,
Shrouded
In Such Blueness,
Azure
Blueness
Of Sky;
Of Sea,
For Me? . . . .
I Weep.
In Memory,
My morning?
A Rainbow!
Bountiful
Fruitage Delicious!
Till . . . .
Past FRUITS SPEWED VIBRANT
and VIOLENT
In Bow!
BURST
Forth
My Bounty
Over
The bow!
A Sea
SO Fierce—
Terrifying!!!
Through
Black
Moonless Night
ENDLESS
I Weep.
*
While
My Precious,
My Beautiful One
SLEEPS,
Shrouded
In Such Blueness,
Azure
Blueness
Of Sky;
Of Sea,
For Me? . . . .
I KNEEL.
*
Before
The Window Veiled:
Shadows, Whispers, Sighing—
My world.
My life?
Limp; Listless like
Tropical curse. . . .
Sprue?
Till . . . .
Past PROMISES, PROCLAIMED—
Even
Reclaimed
Bubbles and Bowl me
Bubbles and Bowl me
Over!
In Joy!
BUOYS
Forth
My Heart;
OVERJOYED!
A Light,
SO Bright—
Frightening!!!
Through
Black
Moonless Night
ENDING?
I Weep.
Yes!
For THESE
I Weep.
(Based on Lamentations chapter 3;
Ecclesiastes 9:5, 10; Acts 24:15 and Mark 5:35-43)
For More Straight-forward Bible-based hope please click the following link:
http://m.wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102011203
For More Straight-forward Bible-based hope please click the following link:
http://m.wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102011203
