Posts Tagged Sorrow

A Cup Full of Mirror

A ring now forms,

brown and worn,

too tired to refill it,

too burdened to remove—

its contents remain;

if they could speak,

of tears and worry and pain

they would leak

into the ears

of those who could hear.

My coffee cup . . .  my coffee cup.

I stare into it,

cold and bitter now,

my soul it mirrors,

no know how,

lack of pow-

-er, lack of control,

be still, my soul.

Does He hear?

My heart laid bare,

O Father, please draw near!

My coffee cup . . . my coffee cup.

Aged and unstirred,

needing a good shake,

ready to be served,

past its time for drink;

commentary of a man

in a desert land

upon whom God from heaven

must descend with drink

of solace and peace and healin’,

bring me back from think-

-in ’bout my coffee cup . . . my coffee cup.

 

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Please Be Gentle by Jill B. Englar

A dear friend passed on this poem to my wife and me. It expresses in thoughtful and creative words the feelings of those who grieve and how they need others to walk with them through days of sorrow. Thanks Meg.

Please Be Gentle
By Jill B. Englar

Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream
and repeatedly ask ‘Why?’
At times, my grief overwhelms me
and I weep bitterly,
so great is my loss.
Please don’t turn away
or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain
before I can begin to heal.
Companion me through the tears
and sit with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in the journey,
not where you think I should be.
Listen patiently to my story,
I may need to tell it over and over again.
It’s how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.
Nurture me through the weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
A small flame still burns within my heart,
and shared memories may trigger
both laughter and tears.
I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.
Please, will you walk beside me?

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