Thursday, December 6, 2018

Bitter ~ Thursday, 6 December 2018

In a flash, it's all gone, all that you own, 
nothing but cinders, ashes blown to dust 

a moment to gather all that remains, 

fire tears through homes as an unwelcome guest, 
lament your loss, it is real, and pick up 
again somewhere else, or rebuild from scratch, 
sorrow will pass, eventually, each day 
hits you smack across the face, once you take 

in the will of God to destroy the earth, 
then grace, as the gift of patience, will come, 
still, it's not easy letting go of pain, 

ask for forgiveness, though you did no wrong, 
leave the past in the past and memories 
leave you gutted for things no longer here, 

granted, the mercy of God makes no sense, 
only the priest, or the pastor, ponders 
nothingness when it appears as the will, 
even a madman has reservations 

as to God's plan, he can say what he thinks, 
lost in the tragedy, the children seek 
love and comfort, their world, out of control, 

take a moment to give thanks for your life, 
humans cannot fathom necessity 
as a cycle of total destruction, 
take a moment to care for each other, 

yesterday follows you until the end, 
only when you let go of attachments, 
until then, the past holds you in its grip, 

only when you wake up to a fresh day, 
when the sky, clear of smoke, no longer blows 
nothingness in your face until you cry.

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