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Sorrow
upon
sorrow.
I let
the tears
flow.
And I learn the pain
of letting
go.
I drown
in the loss.
Of your love.
And all we could have been.
Sorrow
upon
sorrow.
I let the tears flow.
Flooding
over
me.
Flooding
over
me.
I let
them
flow.
And I learn
the pain
of letting
go.
Until...
at last...
I am whole.
Again.

(edited)
I thank the Lord my God above.
For all the prayers of love.
I thank Him for the faithful souls
who care enough to think of me.
And before the Father bow the knee.
To lift up a request for me.
Some have known You many years,
with hair of grey upon their heads.
While others have just begun,
and are eager to be fed.
Some have walked this journey with me
for a decade plus three or four,
while others I have just met,
and never known before.

I thank the Lord for every soul.
And for prayers of love,
before His Throne.
They are truly gifts from His hand.
Oh may I always remember.
Every day.
To pray.
For them.
Dedicated to all those who love me enough to pray for me. I love you and I thank the Lord for you.
Lord, thank You for the wilderness.
That I might learn to seek
Your face.
Thank you for my scars.
That I might know You
as my Healer.
Thank you for showing me
my weaknesses.
That I might learn to rely
on Your strength.
Thank you for the pain of loss.
That I might gain the joy
of Your Presence.
Thank you for the loneliness.
That I might learn to listen
to Your still small voice.
Thank you for the wilderness.
That I might feel Your hand
upon me.
As I mourn face down
in the dust.
And learn to trust.
Inspired by the worship song by Elevation Worship called "Great Things."
 Feb 2017 SallyS
Valsa George
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed

Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.

The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through

A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out

There’s none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life’s alluring charms, the dear depart.

Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory – defunct
Its fever and fret too – extinct.

How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time’s gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.

In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.

Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.’
This is one of my earliest poems...... ! Recently I have been attending a couple of funerals at a stretch.... of those who died rather young. Only one was ripe enough (89) . Two others were pretty young... died of cancer in whom cancer was detected only at the fourth stage ! This close encounter with death made me brood over the transitory nature of worldly existence!
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