Short Vale Of Tears Poems
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the email opens-
through a vale of tears
a rainbow appears
o'er the horizon
yesterdays imperfections-
look tomorrow awaits
I don't have everything,
And I haven't much money in the bank,
Nor do I have much shiny things,
Yet, I do have everything
That I'll ever need in this vale of tears,
And that everything is...YOU.
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Date written: 01/31/2023
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind"
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
On
my back,
looking up
past the steeple,
I view pure beauty
beyond the vale of tears.
Soon, I will be going down,
but I am not resigned to stay.
This soothing peace is otherworldly
but for cries of all who mourn my demise
Written 20 May 2020
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Vale: valley
Vail: let sink
Veil: something that conceals
Avail of: use to one’s advantage
Countervail: offset, counteract
Inspired by poems of KC
Wonderin’ Why
Eighty years…goin
Strong…What has God against me
To let me live so long?
My friends and family are gone
Have shed this earthly vale…
Why do I tarry on?
Could death be no more
Than mere metamorphisis
A breaking of a brand new dawn?
Why me…alone O Lord
Am I punished or am I blessed
Why allow me to live so long?
Eighty years in this vale of tears
And still no end in sight
What am I doing wrong…or right?
…why do I live so long?...
"I could a tale unfold
Whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul"
When these words Shakespeare wrote
Little did he think how hard they smote
The hearts of men drowning in toil
Amid gross carnage innocence to despoil
The drumbeat of bombs to bring Mosul down
The speeding bullet of a car in Westminster's town
Heartache and agony in this world abound
With life's thorns so many are crowned
It is no wonder that so many weep depressed
And pray to their God for eternal rest