but Ava knew Jesus

-with prayers for family of Ava Dieleman

 

why four-year-olds die?

life brittle as frosted grass

bleak october day

God listens to our lament

frozen tears in his bottle

 

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“Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8

photo credit: CDHK

photo credit: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

bare passages

 
it was time,

they tore down the

community hospital;

insulated with asbestos,

warmed with memories of

loudly wet births of sons and

quietly dry death of grandfather.

life at dis-ease tries to heal,

bursting forth or fading away

within tired brick walls

now demolished,

dust to dust.

when i die, as every leaf must

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


 

If i die in fall

(due to my own clumsiness)

as dry leaves crackle
 

cry over cake, then laugh at

my swift entrance into JOY!
 


Joining Gayle at dVerse today on theme of Japanese death poems (jisei).

abandoned property

3d_landscape cottage

 

this old house ain’t home

fly away to paradise

doorway to real life

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Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today.

seeking Truth, finding God

 

Following a false religion might just be a subconscious death wish.

Yet we probably agree that he who lives by the sword, dies by it.

Desire a real relationship with God, not religiosity.

 

perfil11

 credit: Nazarene symbol 

 

By knowing Jesus, we come to understand that

God is truly love.

 

 

(“american sentences”: poems of one sentence containing 17 syllables)

1. religiosity. [ri lij′ē äs′ə tē]. noun. the quality of being religious, esp. of being excessively, ostentatiously, or mawkishly religious.  (yourdictionary.com)
2Religiosity is an inappropriate devotion to the rituals and traditions of a religion. (gotquestions.com)

when words fail

 

Words can speak life

into a person’s soul

but sometimes words

are only silent syllables,

empty vowels mouthed

between lame consonants

not knowing where to spit.

 

In raw personal disaster,

how can anyone find words

that won’t do more damage

to an already fragile psyche?

Shame, blame, trite phrases

prove how small irretrievable

words only multiply misery.

 

Words elude both tongue

and pen when faced with a

child’s death by miscarriage,

accident, suicide;  Language

languishes in presence of

slow painful suffering  by

cancer, AIDS, dementia.

 

Who has an answer when words fail?

Image

 

perfect peace

 

gentle soul possessed of quiet strength

her name, Faith, was her legacy to all

who witnessed her living…and dying.

 

she was familiar with pain and heartache:

her husband, seriously disabled in an accident,

needed nursing care ’til his death left her a widow.

her precious twin granddaughters lived only briefly,

she herself suffered multiple sclerosis and cancer.

 

yet she clung to promises in God’s eternal Word,

and at sixty-one years young, she has received the

reward of an undying faith in her faithful Lord.

 

You took her up into Your presence: her faith is now sight!

Image

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29b)

 

 

collateral damage

 

Groping slow-motion, sluggish

from sweetly dreamless sleep to

grasp thin robe, grab slippers in dark

to investigate the insistent rapping

on dorm room door.

 

Startle at troubled faces in collar and uniform;

an awkward visitation of starless midnight.

Stumble backwards toward rumpled bed,

mental fog pierced clean through as

unthinkable words erase reality.

 

No, dear God, NO!

Push the black panic away,

the fierce pain back into the Pit.

This monster is too horrible…

The incomprehensible can NOT happen!

 

Now dressed in fragile, trembling resolve

Must identify the broken bodies of beloved.

Bloodied, bruised by a violent vault of metal.

On white sheets, the cold tearless truth is blinding–

Absolutely alone on an axis-less earth.

 

Past numbing decisions and funeral’s fatigue,

grief rises from mounded grave sites

to suffocate this single survivor.

Nightmares and misery move in with baggage;

Wild sobs drown out the phone’s sad ringtones.

 

Anger burns at Death’s unrelenting greed;

flashes hot questions at God — “Why did YOU allow this?!”

Turns away from helpless friends’ futile comfort;

bends inward on already shell-shocked soul as

depressed thoughts, ghastly guilt clutch the mind.

 

Without permission, days and seasons move on,

and the others dare to go on living,  apart.

Faith’s mystery is always the epic struggle;

whether or not to trust…

to accept the inexplicable…beyond belief.

 

 

(With prayers for Brittany Vollmer who lost her family on February 23, 2013.)

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