Good afternoon, JOHNN.
A very caring, sensitive poem. Thank you.
Hope you are enjoying Love Week at Amy's.
Have a Wonderful Wednesday.
Today I take a moment to honor the wonderful folks of OZ (Australia) and to give a moment to the terrible loss they suffered.
Bitter Ashes
A black ash landscape seared of life and love and hope
The stench of ruin and heartless pain too hard to cope
Dreams lost amid the grey mess, like tinder did they go
And now there is shock and pain on the wind it flows
For some a savage delight, to see the flames rise higher
For them a sick joy in the hunger of a dark demon’s fire
For the rest the sorrow and the grief to bear in torn heart
The lost to morn, souls seeking how to even try to start
Weeping in the wind now, and the etching of the soul
A thousand years of pain, and still no one is ever whole
Pray for strength, and grace, with tears upon your face
For those lost to madness, and those who were so base
The empty land scarred in Prometheus’s two edged gift
Oh how will anyone ever know the spirit’s right to lift
The terror and the so deep pain, the passing oh so hard
Unfit to even be carried, on the voice of the shaken bard
Oh peace, you’re a million miles from this shattered land
And the too few stragglers make up a weary tattered band
My private heart cries out, my hand reaches to comfort you
Knowing that I can do so little, no matter what I try to do
I pray and feel inadequate in this moment you fought hell
My prayers seem like wind drift ash, at the tolling of the bell
You walk a bitter road, under black branches amid the ash
How can I reach out and help, after a blow of hell’s hot lash
I weep for thee and would shelter you, hold you oh so near
But I can not, worse, you can’t hold those you held so dear
Time flows on, as it is wont to do, in spite of an unknown fate
But the heart will find a way, some unknown and distant date
The time will come and you will rise to stand again one day
For the Maker will succor you, if you but bend again to pray
I will send my prayers to you, with hopes to staunch your pain
May you find a measure of tranquility, and learn to smile again
Perfect, John. Thank you
There are always, in any society, those who live to destroy, as if it makes them a bigger and better person for having taken something precious away from someone else. :(
Johnn, that is so lovely. You have such wonderful words, I have a question. When you sit down to write, how long does it take you to complete such a beautiful writing? You are very gifted.
What a heart you have, Johnn, to feel the anguish of the Austrialians, so deeply. Thank you, sir, for sharing with us.
I can’t find words to express my horror at what torment Australians have been through with these fires.
Thank you for finding them for us. You are magic.
They are really having a tough time, Johnn. I think I heard 5,000 homeless. We have bad fires in SoCal but not so many die in ours. This has been devastating to Australia and her lovely people.