Just a Note: by tkbrown
Since we are also looking at the grieving process midst all the suffering from so many different sources, I decided to share with you today this poem. I penned it 4 November 2018, but it covers many concerns in our societal grieving process. It seems, we see a few days of reprieve, and then it starts all over again. As I mentioned a few mornings ago, society addresses the same concerns as individuals, it is just multiplied many times over because individuals, families, communities, regions, economies, countries, and the world are all grieving at the same time. So, I deemed it appropriate to share it this morning because so much grief can make everything and everyplace seem like a Barren Shore.
. . . On a Barren Shore
~~ by tkbrown
I see your suffering, understand that your pain is deep as the ocean and wide as the universe, that it holds your soul captive midst the struggles of life. It stifles your heart song, makes even small inclines steep; the best of days stretch forth -- an unending curse cast with punishing missive, stuffed with ripples of strife. Making weakness seem strong, the waves that powerfully creep in from some deep untimely soulful immerse as nauseous retchings that grieve wounds like a sharp-edged knife. If my understanding can lessen the depth of your pain, gladly will I cover the highest sharpest peak -- my body a shield to ward off such murk from the moor. Such inept grappling I offer as shelter from rain, saturating clefts of hiding, when dark hours sneak to sharpen and hone the shard hacking your inner core. Still, it's an offering of my heart, to lessen the stain wrought by the effort to be strong when weak due to loss that leaves one marred, scarred -- on a barren shore.
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