Long Sorrowing Poems
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Like a withered rose laid bitter
on a dark winter with all my petals fell
with the autumn wind.
Will I grieve forever, the loss? Shall it bring back
my life whole again in spring?
Part of me fell apart like a crunchy
autumn leaves and waiting for another
season to sprout the same, after a long
hibernation of sufferings...
in a cold winter nights of sorrowing.
In reality, the grieve was still there,
haunting forever until the season folds,
no matter how hard I rebuild back my life,
the brokenness was still there and
will never be whole again.
But, my spirit will remain withered,
from the painful grief.
A deep scar of sorrow, left my heart,
ripped. How can I move on
to make myself strong? Tell me how...
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Happiness is the colour of her face
Helping her children to believe
That there is sweetness in life
Strive for their potentials
And master their destiny
Not knowing that her heart is sorrowing
That made her cries in the dark
Watching the painting of her pain
Hanging on the wings of her shadow
Taking every journey with her
Making her life traumatic
Just like is written in the book of sadness
As he never seem to care
Carrying his shame beyond every sunset
Luckily, she was a woman of childlike faith
Her spirit fervid beyond the mark
Paving her way elegantly
To rise up and fight for her legacy
And become winner in war against abuse
In facing various challenges along life’s race*
With every struggle marked by sin-caused misery
My faith seeks God to strengthen my salvation-zeal
So I can stand upon His grace that’s triumphant.
While battling against numerous adversaries
Along worldliness of materialism-enticement
My spirit needs the Lord’s sanctification-purge
So I can flee from temptation’s perilous darts.
Conquering various facets of difficulties
And sorrowing due to atrocities’ despair
My heart hides in the Saviour’s protective fortress
So I can overcome for service victory.
Pursuing good success to exalt Christ’s great name
Through faithful stewardship midst discipleship-bliss
My commitment is blessed by His empowerment
So I can live for Him with the Holy Ghost’s might.
*Hebrews 12:1 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.
August 1, 2019
BECAUSE WE ONCE WERE
It’s strange the rugged roads
We traveled—
Bearing the treacherous loads,
With a love unraveled.
But social status would have its way:
Splintering society gradually splitting
Us astray—
Now, we eternally ponder with what to say,
When meeting on another bereavement day.
Who would have thought we would ever part;
Interwoven like the water and salt of the sea?
But the winds of change were veiled at our start;
Now I’m moored away from you and you from me.
It’s strange how the waters of life ebb and flow;
And how undulating love just seems to come and go.
Now all is forgiven and we’ve survived the sorrowing grief;
May God continue to grant us peace and everlasting relief?
In the realm of the mighty Chobe-Zambezi,
Where once we thought blessings flowed freely,
I used to look through the river, deep and dazzling,
Its currents whispering stories untold,
Mild and bold, the air's gentle caress,
Looming over a navy sky, a silent witness.
But now the river is a place of torment,
Devouring my people like a beast of prey,
One by one, claimed by its hungry depths,
Beneath our days and nights, are sorrowing weeps,
A thriving community silenced by the tide,
Faces veiled by the watery shroud.
I stand on the shore, uncertainty in my gaze,
Tracing ripples with weary eyes,
Searching for answers in the abyss,
Stories swallowed by the black depth,
I look through the water, praying for reprieve,
Hoping for the river's thirst to be quenched,
Yearning for the lives it has ended to be set free.
In this water-logged tunnel of despair,
Dreams and hopes lost in the murky flow,
I wish for the Chobe to be still,
For the river to fade into memory,
I look through the river, longing for peace,
For the souls it has taken to find release.
Form:
Those we love don’t go away.
They walk beside us every day.
I don’t see this as consolation,
for I’d rather they enter the pearly gate.
Nevertheless, do they follow us,
the sorrowing cheek, somehow caress?
Some picture my mom and twin with
manhattans, a cheer of cherry juice.
At first, my nose held floral scents,
a couple whisps in dream accents.
I’d wake up speedily, as Grandma
was surely at the head of my bed.
I believe, when they go, they’re near.
They leave us with comfort, not fear.
Still they must click their heels
on fine streets of gold and meet God.
So, I’m not sold on my dear one,
being near, but rather having fun.
Can you imagine all the beautiful places
and soul after soul to celebrate with?
Yes, I believe they stay long enough to
say goodbye, to dry our tears, to few.
I long to walk beside them every day,
On the brighter side, they won’t go away.
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
The tunnel’s too long;
With the bats’ screeching song,
It does sound so strange.”
“We can’t fathom its range.
The tunnel’s so profound
With the sorrowing sound
Of a wailing woman at a distance;
Hush! You can’t at her glance.”
“Is she visible? Is she?”
“Take some time for her to see.
You’ll know everything;
Hence, you have to cling.”
“Such a sooty place!”
“Don’t disgrace, pal, don’t disgrace.”
“Where is she now?”
“You’ll know the knowhow.”
“I sneeze and cough, sneeze and cough.
Whoa! Was that not a female laugh?”
“Yes, it is! Yes, it is!
Here you’ll find eternal bliss.”
“Eternal bliss? What does it mean?
You were supposed to guide me clean.”
"Of course, I do. Oh! Sure!
Let’s see how much you can endure."
"Then why such things, my friend?"
“Don’t you expect to behold the end?”
“Wait! Stop! Who are you?”
“I’m likewise as you view.
Here is your healing, here!
My service to you is so sheer!
Here you’ll find divine bliss!
Ha! Now behold your Mephistopheles.”
He struggled a long bent and worn
Carrying with him all that he possessed
Watching him in her compassion stirred
A desire to help to his life to change
And to lift him up along his way
Tired and worn his pride not got yet gone
He would from her have turned away
But she would not let him pass
Without somehow to help him out
With patience long and loving dear
She spoke to him to let her help
A meal was bought and help was given
And yet from him she did not want to walk
A need was felt some how to change
Uplift his life, change his ways
To give to him what he did not have
Yet he would not let her it give
Sorrowing did she then turn away
Parting sad at so little help
She went her way as he did his
He struggled a long bent and worn
Carrying with him all that he possessed
Watching him in her compassion stirred
A desire to help to his life to change
And to lift him up along his way
Tired and worn his pride not got yet gone
He would from her have turned away
But she would not let him pass
Without somehow to help him out
With patience long and loving dear
She spoke to him to let her help
A meal was bought and help was given
And yet from him she did not want to walk
A need was felt some how to change
Uplift his life, change his ways
To give to him what he did not have
Yet he would not let her it give
Sorrowing did she then turn away
Parting sad at so little help
She went her way as he did his
SOMETIMES I THINK ITS GOD’S DOING
It’s strange, the rugged roads we’ve traveled
Bearing the treacherous loads with a love
That remains unraveled.
But social status would have its worldly way;
And splintering society would gradually split
Us astray—
Now we eternally ponder with what to say
When meeting on another bereavement day.
Who would have thought we would ever part;
Interwoven like the water and salt of the sea?
But the winds of change were veiled from the start;
Now I’m moored away from you and you away from me.
Stranger still how the waters of life ebb and flow;
And how undulating love just seems to come and go.
Now all is forgiven and we’ve survived the sorrowing grief;
May God continue to grant us peace and everlasting relief.