Mary Braithwaite Poet Rhyme

I Perceive Your Pain

own heart is sad when I perceive

The pallor of your face the dead brown leaves

Ive already walked the paths of loss

Jesus Christ we have been double crossed

I’ll look after you when you need touch.

Not of money, but in kindness rich

I will help you through that open door

I’ll hold your hand as I have done before.

I used to take you out when you were small.

I pushed your pram to

grandad’s up the hill

Going home in darkness I felt fear.

Where has Daddy gone,my mother dear?

I hate that you have got the same disease.

I hated God whom I had like to please

Sadness grips my empty heart today 



Kneeling on the floor what can I say

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Unseeking Seeker November 6, 2022 at 2:12 AM Deep anguish ~ a hard destiny, Mary and yet if it is so ordained, may God’s light become clear at soul level, for our understanding, peace and acceptance while bestowing courage at this difficult hour