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Posted on 01/02/2006 7:52:08 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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velvet warm dark
comforting secure
surrendering to black coma
Peace enfolding
blanketing all now
settling over tattered souls
comfort in down
succumbing to black
welcoming the dream
bf
In Innocence They Wait
In innocence, they wait,
Snuggled deep in the warm comfortable darkness
Of the one who should love them like no other human,
Conceived in a moment of unthinking passion,
Unplanned for, undesired,
Two hundred and fifty lives out of the thousand,
Children who could shape the future,
Heros who could save the day,
Lives that would make a difference
Snuffed out,
Extinguished,
Their beginning an end.
In innocence, they wait,
Not realizing what they are in the eyes of others -
A crisis for the man who would not be a father,
A problem to be solved for one who has no time to mother
A sudden panic in the life of a child too young for the games she has been playing.
In innocence, they wait,
Seranaded by the beating of a heart turned against them,
Of the decision made that hides the the truth of who they really are,
Their small lives too short for words to begin to give them voice -
There will be no screams when the shattering moment arrives
When their dark, pleasant shelter becomes a death trap beneath white antiseptic lights
And cruel hands, ignoring the fear and pain that overwhelms them,
Pull them into that other dark from which there is no return,
Aborted.
Innocence dies,
But the pain, though, echos on,
In the battered heart of one who chose wrong.
Kyrie eleison.
I did not know know what Kyrie Eleison meant not being a student of the Greek Language.
(Greek for "Lord have mercy"; the Latin transliteration supposes a pronunciation as in Modern Greek) is a very old, even pre-Christian, expression used constantly in all Christian liturgies. Arrian quotes it in the second century: "Invoking God we say Kyrie Eleison" (Diatribæ Epicteti, II, 7). A more obvious precedent for Christian use was the occurrence of the same formula in the Old Testament (Psalm 4:2, 6:3, 9:14, 25:11, 121:3; Isaiah 33:2; Tobit 8:10; etc., in the Septuagint). In these places it seems already to be a quasi-liturgical exclamation. So also in the New Testament the form occurs repeatedly (Matthew 9:27, 20:30, 15:22; Mark 10:47; Luke 16:24, 17:13). The only difference is that all these cases have an accusative after the verb: Kyrie eleison me, or eleison hemas. The liturgical forumula is shortened from this.
It's supposed to be perhaps the oldest bit in the Roman rite liturgy...I used it because it seemed in the atrocity of abortion, the usage of the greek had more universality....
Yes, I have heard when the Greeks said something they said it!!
Thanks
Good Monday, ms feather.
Thank You, Kathy, for Blessed Assurance.
Hope all is well with you.
*HUGS*
It's a Monday....waiting to see how it turns out. LOL!
There it was,
this small book,
wrapped in bubble wrap and plastic film,
and holding scribed images of anothers thoughts,
and dreams,
and feelings upon its pages.
Precious,
thoughtful,
thought provoking,
and now sitting beside my reading chair,
a treat to taste in slow exploration,
with a cup of coffee in the quiet night.
THRICE LYRICS
"Image Of The Invisible"
We're more than carbon and chemicals
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
So we sing out this, our canticle
We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone
We're more than static and dial tone
We're emblematic of the unknown
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
Though all the world may hate us, we are named
The shadow overtake us, we are known
We're more than carbon and chemicals
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We're more than carbon and chemicals
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
So we sing out this, our canticle
Raise up the banner, bend back your bows
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
Awwww, you got it.
Such a precious poem, it's a keeper for sure. Thank You.
Hello Reaper FReeper, Welcome to the Lair.
"Image Of The Invisible"
very interesting poem.
Looking forward to reading more of your poetry.
Thanks so much!!!! ps. Does "interesting" mean good or bad?! :)
Oh, I would not tell you in those terms.
It is your work and that is what is important.
"Interesting," means interesting. ;)
Keep writing and enjoy what you write. Post here any time you wish.
We get a chance to enjoy your writing as well.
Quest of the Book
Poetry set upon a page is a mile marker,
a waypoint on the journey of words.
Read aloud, cadenced art is heard,
of emotions ranging bright and darker.
Each poem a single work, a moment,
captured, detailed by a striving hand.
Each a journey across an unknown land,
and only the end will tell if fate sent.
The book, but a map of a poet’s heart,
illuminated by the light of a single soul.
Travel slowly and savor the trip as a whole,
for it’s a gift from a special friend in part.
Here's one of mine!
Comfort
In the night I’m wondering
Then I find the comfort
Of my golden sheets.
Try and try as I might
I still fight the fight
Of my dreams intentions.
More and more
The hours go by
Still I fight the fight
Of my dreams intentions.
Rolling Rolling,
My head turns to the sound.
I open my eyes
Remembering that I’m alone.
No animals in the home.
I see the golden eyes gleaming
In the moonlight.
Coming closer to me.
Then a pounce
That makes my bed bounce.
Black mange of a cat
Rolling on my golden sheets.
The shutters swing in the wind.
---Reaper FReeper (2003)
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