People fall deep before God finds them. This is an older poem.
It would take more than all winds combined...
Tornadoes, hurricanes...all with a fierce whine...
Still nothing could dry the tears hung out.
For sadness engulfed inside, I shout!
Why are you gone? Why not take me?
Now I'm alone embraced in a sea...
Of sadness, despair...pity this fool
Terrified of being...just being...a tool
Of lonliness now, no smiles to turn
The corners up or a kiss to burn
A tatoo of hope inside of these walls
Empty this gloom...hollow these halls
As shadows of fog...broken with grays
No light to shine...gone are the days
For hope that has flown with wings in a sling
For ghosts are alone, love's kiss...a sting
It bites to the bone ..
This pain never pales
It soars with the moans ...
In whispers ...it sails
Future a question
Nothing to greet
Lonely souls sigh...
Hearts miss a beat
Chins dripping salt...
Liquids in pounds
Crying and streaming to pool on the ground
For now you have vanished and I am alone
Flown with the wind...hearts turned to stone
Tears of hot moisture, burning the flesh
No tokens of love...left here to mesh.
Some recall of happiness...Jesus this pain
Marrying my tears...in torrents, it rains
Waiting for Grace...praying I cry
Redeem all my tears and help them to dry.
Intense write with so much emotion in it that it screams from the page to be read and acknowledged. I hope this is old and the pain has subsided for you to liveable levels.
Susan this shows the torment of being without Creator's grace and the difference when we have it. You have such a powerful pen it is especially splendid when you write like this, to enlighten others!
Thank you for sharing!
You can feel the deep pain and torment in this agaonizing pen..
Reads like an Old Testament lamentation, with a plea to God for Deliverance..
Gripping poem Susan !
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 27, 2006
A wail in the misery of fallen love. Been that. Done that. Yes, you are so right, it seems we must wallow in our own horrible despair before we can see that Shining Light among all the muck. Good.
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Thank you for sharing!
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Reads like an Old Testament lamentation, with a plea to God for Deliverance..
Gripping poem Susan !
Peter
Excellence, once again--we cry for relief and wonder when it will come; I felt this one deep in my soul. Thank you--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.