- "Fear, worry and anxiety accomplish nothing but grief, heart ache and wasted energy that trim away your happiness and joy. Live your life. Let go of things, situations and people you cannot change! Enjoy the liberty God has for you!"
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taken is the life
we lived
and are allowed, brief
respite
from desire
to be learned
further the beast
released to run
and have the beast, desire us again
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"There are many empty hours in grief."
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When we stumble ... we may briefly be
humbled, only to be vulnerable to a rising
dignity to affirm.
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no matter how much you use a dictionary to describe your grief, no one can ever truly feel what you felt
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Faith ... Hope ... Trust ... Belief ... where does the truth end, so we may heal beyond our grief ?
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Life can seem hard like diamonds, without a warmth of glitter -- petrifying~ a disappointed heart aged into stone -- but all such griefs will be shattered with time, mended into rainbows. Faith.
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It only takes one heartless tyrant to destroy a country and bring grief to his people.
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Even a brief moment holds opportunity to be precious.
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes.
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When one can provide for others, a brief respite & calm... don't be surprised if they wish to extend their hiatus- and stay.
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Love is tethered to grief By Emile Pinet.
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Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies, goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person.
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Grief and heartache are like ocean waves, at times calm, and at times the waves are crashing and roaring.
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a dagger of pain, a tear of grief
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My fancy rainbow soon but fades
And all in vain mine eyes I blink
The floating boats of hope do sail
Then in the deeps of grief they sink
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What would the world be like if there was peace in our minds, bodies, minds and souls. Imagine a world without stress, grief, or sorrow in each others lives. People could have a positive and forgiving attitude towards one another… there would be no hate.
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"in tears of silence
my grief comes as a whisper ...
a dagger of pain"
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Grief is a souvenir of love lost, forever on one’s heart embossed.
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Faith is the only hope that allows us to live until we will approach the day and the hour of our departure, having spent a stay so brief in time, and this faith is instilled by a spiritual urge that will open the gate of Paradise for us all firm believers in the resurrection.
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My past life, love and grief experiences have made me the poet of today.
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Grief is a powerful force that pushes a man to relinquish his grip on reality.
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Periods of absolute happiness are brief and fragile.
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Life comes in phases, sometimes you are artistic, sometimes not, sometimes you are at your peak and sometimes you are in the depths of a valley of grief and sorrow. Phases pass, trust in this and you will live a life of serenity.
Andreas Simic
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Your tenure brief; then by July's first day /
like childhood and young love, you've flown away (from the poem "To a June Bug")
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“Epigram”
means cram,
then scram!
("Brief Fling" by Michael R. Burch, Keywords/Tags: write, writing, words, word play)
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Brief autumn breeze ...
she always wanted to pluck
the reddest roses
—Issa, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is a haiku Issa wrote after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.”
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It only takes one heartless tyrant to destroy a whole peaceful country and bring grief to the entire world; no atrocity of this dimension ever goes unpunished.
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"Love is the most powerful weapon. It can heal the broken yet steal one's life from it's grief."
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