Thursday, July 17, 2014

Once Again We Bleed As More Families Plead...."Please God ... Where Are You?!"

These acts of terrorism rip at national hearts. More people witness the vileness of these acts as social media unites us. Thus, more members of our human family impartially and collectively weep.

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 *
by
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?

Apples; Oranges; Watermelon—

                 

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

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






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