the bed soaked with tears
a psalmist laments in the late early hours
the enormous effort of crying
the energy
the energy
no strength to stay in bed
harder to get up
to chase the memories
away
understanding the siren lure
for a few hours of blessed oblivion
the sacrament of not remembering
lonely comfort during the day the mantle clock
a tsunami of noise at night
a great burden the beast of aloneness bears
everyone’s heart cry
poured out and carrying an empty offering
the severe weight of nothing
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Transparent and so honest. Praying for God’s peace for you…
Charlene, thank you for visiting and your comment. Most of all, thank you for your prayers.
I have felt this lament . . .
I like your new look, style and always your thoughts, written musings . . .
Lynne, it was given for all; none escape.
thank you.
I cherish your friendship and carry you in my heart always.
As do I cherish your friendship but especially your notes!
such a sad lament – loneliness is the emptiness that has no bottom – prayers for you dear friend
and yet, Linda Sue, my guess is we have ALL felt this at one time or another. How well I remember our netversations some years back. This lament is for all of us.
Bless you with peace dear one…
Good Sabbath to you Ellen; thank you.
Oh yes………..
Oh Sherry…how well you know.
Peace, love and grace.