Thursday, 13 April 2017

DAY 14 GOOD FRIDAY




in tears of grief
dear lord we leave thee
people are slaughtered
martyrs and innocents

we are numb to suffering
indifferent to  horror
shut our eyes
block our ears  in disbelief



millions are starving
hearts cry to thee o saviour dear
we throw the food away
our waste is obscene
we pollute everything we touch

we are so far far away from the garden
it is not visible anymore
rest thou softly softly here 



we are alone
alone in the cosmos

without God
without humility
without embracing his teachings of love
there is only profound dark
there is no one
there is nothing


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18 comments:

  1. Thotpurge16 April 2017 at 00:28

    so far away from the garden, it is not visible any more.. you make a strong point.,and sadly we move further away everyday.

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  2. J Cosmo Newbery16 April 2017 at 02:11

    The future does not look promising.

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  3. Old Egg16 April 2017 at 03:29

    It is horrific to think that so many citizens of developed nations have no idea of the suffering in the rest of the world and think nothing of their own greed and waste and are blind to the needs of others.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade16 April 2017 at 04:03

    Too sadly true.

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  5. Magical Mystical Teacher16 April 2017 at 05:43

    I have never read a poem before that expresses the desolation of Good Friday so well.

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    1. Cressida de Nova16 April 2017 at 08:09

      Thank you MMT.Your comment is very much appreciated.

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  6. Sumana Roy16 April 2017 at 06:43

    yes 'without humility', that's definitely us...

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  7. totomai16 April 2017 at 07:16

    But despite the difficulties along the way, we will all soon reach the garden. We will be all full of hope and life.

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  8. indybev16 April 2017 at 08:55

    "So far away from the garden" ... your words are profound. Yet, even at the bottom of Pandora's box, there was said to be HOPE.

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  9. Mary16 April 2017 at 09:05

    Indeed the garden is not visible any more....and the dark is becoming oppressive.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky16 April 2017 at 09:44

    Your poem is spot-on. Humans have desecrated the garden.

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  11. Myrna R.16 April 2017 at 15:17

    A very sad poem but it describes our human condition perfectly. May we find the light.

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  12. Anonymous16 April 2017 at 15:50

    My compliments, Very thought provoking write. Let us not be blinded to those who serve.

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  13. Sanaa Rizvi16 April 2017 at 16:48

    This is so poignant.. so profound..

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  14. The Bizza16 April 2017 at 19:33

    You have your finger on the pulse of our current human condition, wretched as it is. Well-written.

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  15. Susan16 April 2017 at 21:10

    Good Friday is such a day for Mea Culpas--so much pain. I could not take it at all without Easter. Will there be a rising up for all we have let down?

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  16. Susan16 April 2017 at 21:26

    I don't think I could take the pain of Good Friday if I didn't know about Easter to come. Which doesn't help much with our current evils as I don't want to be responsible and can't seem to stop the horrors. Powerful piece.

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  17. Mary17 April 2017 at 14:14

    And...happy Easter to you too!

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