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Weeping before the Sun



My heart weeps before the sun
for the mothers who will be finding
ordinary wash days now filled with pain,
longing to see a vest or a dress blowing in the wind,
instead empty hands and heavy hearts
become weighted down with the nothingness.

I pray there will come a healing
in its own due course for the mothers,
the fathers, the brothers and the sisters. 
May all who have been touched by
such an unthinkable thing,
find comfort.


In sympathy with my sisters over the ocean.
Linking with ~

Comments

Thank you for this beautiful poem Dear Sue. Like you my heart weeps too for the mothers, etc., and for the children still alive who have been deeply traumatized by what they had to experience at such a young age. I find myself lost for words, so I appreciate your words of comfort here... Blessings to you as well...
PS - Love the photo too with the little heart leaves...
Carol L McKenna said…
Loving photo and words ~ they are in my prayers ~

(A Creative Harbor ~ aka ArtMuseDog and Carol ^_^
Annie said…
There just isn't anything else to think about is there? Crushing.
rebecca said…
my darling sue,
your photograph is at once hauntingly beautiful and filled with anguish. the simple chore of tending to the laundry, forever changed by loss and heartache. your words formed from a mothers heart are a bright offering, as are the almost indiscernible buds on the dark branches of life.
thank you for your warmth and comfort and for reaching out in love.
Barbara said…
Your poem touched me deeply for it beautifully recognizes the ongoing anguish for those poor mothers, fathers and all others affected. Thank you for sharing your love and light. You photo is exquisite!
Lea said…
Dear sweet Sue, how grateful I am for you, your words, this amazing image that says so much, that touches this heart-ache that we all share, no matter where we are. It gives me comfort to think of you over the pond that our prayers can link and weave together in this way. Much love to you, always.
Lizbethem said…
Such a lovely poem, Sue. Thank you.
Cat said…
this brought me to tears Sue
beautiful
simply beautiful

weeping in the rain here in Canada
love and light
The poem you wrote is much more tender than mine. It seems that the slaughter of the innocents has affected many of us deeply.

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