Open Poetry #14 |
Where is justice? |
Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
About a friend with terminal cancer, just thoughts and words that I would like to share. Just day-to-day is all I see, through pain that’s inner deep Security of life has left and nightmares fill my sleep Was just a short small time ago when health of never thought Now I find that what I’ve lost, with money can’t be bought I feel the depths of sorrow for self and all I love And understand not why God calls and wants me there above I feel depressed and helpless, unable to attain Why I carry burdens load and yet cannot remain To mornings now I waken, though bright they seem so dim I try to smile but sadness and pain again come in My family carry burden, I know their hidden fear Will I last another month or even just a year? I feel deprived, forgotten, by God and futures bliss The years I’ve had don’t feel enough, already much I miss My family and their little ways, the troubles that they share All that just might happen, in time when I’m not there Everyday I pray now and hope with hopes own will That fate will give another chance, the killer in me kill That I will see a lot more years with all my family near That I will see the future come with those that I hold dear |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"I feel deprived, forgotten, by God and futures bliss The years I’ve had don’t feel enough, already much I miss" You have captured so many of the heart-wrenching thoughts that dwell in these difficult situations, beautifully written Rick ... Best wishes, /Kit |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
I'll pray with you. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
That is when we have to place ourselves in God's hands.... well done, Rick.... |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Came right on down to me sweet sweet poem Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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