Sunday, January 07, 2007

I Wander In My Tears


These eyes they grieve in pity for my heart. I have known the suffering of every tear utterly undone they fall. Will they remember the words I spoke? My gentle heart goes willingly with her, but I must remain here. Weeping, I then will speak of her again, and again, who to her heaven came so suddenly, leaving Love grieving here on earth with me...

To the high heaven she has gone, up to the realm where Angels dwell in peace, she lives with them now. To this world she bade farewell. Tis no degree of cold on her has won, nor of such heat as makes all others cease: it only was her goodness, great appeal. So did her shining humbleness excel, it passed the heavens with such wondrous worth, it moved to marvel the eternal Sire, so that a sweet desire pricked Him to call such worthiness from earth, and made her to himself go from down here: for when He saw this life of suffering had not been made for such a gentle thing...

Her gentle spirit, full of gentle grace, at last departed from her beauteous frame, and chose in glory its most worthy home. He who weeps not, {Mark David Breakiron} when talking of her trace, harbors a heart of wickedness and shame, to which no kindly spirits ever shall come.

No mind, if heart is wicked, may so roam as to imagine in the least her lot: therefore no grief or weeping will transpire. But sadness and desire of tears and sighs and death, and every thought that fails to comfort for a loss of immense, conquer those souls that even once recall the thing she was, now taken from us all...

Ahhhhhhhhh so much anguish nearly halts my breath when the least thought to this comes in my grievous mind brings back the one who split my heart in me; and oftentimes, when thinking of her death the color from my face fades utterly. And when the imagining is sharp in me, from everywhere I'm struck by such dismay that at the ache I feel right then I start to cry, and so distraught it grows. Fore it is then that I am alone in every crowd.

I wander in my tears....

For a face that looks like mine.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

9 comments:

Mohawk Chieftain said...

Beauty is often so sad...

Anonymous said...

If you have written it yourself... its pretty awesome :)

Angel Feathers Tickle Me said...

For my sister Saundra

Anonymous said...

I am sorry about your sister, but this is a beautiful tribute to her.

Thank you for stopping by my blog. Take care.

Anonymous said...

I hear you speak in many sighs of letters and text and know and understand you sadness. I am sometimes a stoic when it comes to loss in the human sense but so it goes and so it goes.

There IS a place and there WAS a time and that is really all that matters.

You will always give me aspirations of grand proportion ANGEL but not as much as the day when you reveal your true self to all that appreciate your true self, later...

Anonymous said...

hi there,

This is a beautiful sad piece my dear angel.
Love you,

Shahrzad

Stella said...

I can't stop reading this haunting, beautiful poem, angel feathers. I am so sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing your poem at Swiftspeech.

Take care and be well.

Anonymous said...

Angel,

I would like to offer my sincere condolences for the loss of your sister. I do not claim to know your pain, or that of her other family and friends who mourn her loss. We do not know each other and my words may not be welcomed, but I felt the need to reach out.
The words you have dedicated in her memory are such a beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing this touching embodiment of your pain and love.
I wish and pray for strength to be your crutch and peace to be your guide along the most difficult path you must now travel.

Anonymous said...

Please come back...