Tag: grief
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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For all the Child Refugees like Gulwali
Rooted out of thin soil a strong plant yet to fruit, young in the ways of the world and old in the ways of faith. —— Prays and yearns for a vanishing childhood, adrift with callous, greedy men, dollar focused selling refugees for the highest payment. Yanked out by his family and circumstances, —- sent…
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Afghanistan,
Times past, I was bound by the rules, kept in the home, kept busy with chores, told who to marry, ordered, commanded and kept from life by marginalising laws. ——- I had a taste of life where I could be me, I travelled, I studied, I worked with zeal, I felt the sun on my…
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Barbaric War
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feeling like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief torn fight, and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. — Precious moments…
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The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys
Her life in turmoil, sad in a poor home, no money to spend, two halfpennies left. ———– The lawyers look on with glee, another widow, vulnerable and poor, steal her home, send her to in-laws oppress her till she numbly goes. —— They set the bar high, in the temple treasury, 2 coins is a…
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Grief a Broken Heart.
The darkness grew in my mind, as I watched the fragile light recede, in my distress I saw it swallowing, me whole. —– The grief I felt washed through, as I remembered the good things, and there, in a moment, overwhelmed I wept. —– You were there and yet I could not reach you.…
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The Trenches
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feel like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief to to fight and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. —- Precious…
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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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The empty House
The For Sale sign hung expectantly for weeks, til the joyful hurrying agent slapped ‘Sold’ on and had ages of paperwork work through while a loving couple who lived there were truly gone. —- It was their cosy home and garden, built in peace around their chattering children now moved on, loving hands that cleaned…
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The Hiddenness of Christ
The Road to Emmaus —- Talking makes it real, words inadequately describing, while walking. No one would guess seeing the two, that one unseen, a companion who bent his head and heard, hidden for a moment to give space, hidden from their grief. —— The moment came and he shared their grief, a friend for…
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