premeditated
first drop of silent fear
flows its course
Through My Heart #pain
Tag: pain
Fueled by Tears #haiku
friction’s burning
heat scorching all the land
painful scars
Sands Of Time #life #hospice #poetry
I draw an endless line
I’ve forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
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countless beyond measure
the sands beneath my feet
a child’s toes remember
sea memories so deep
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
at times I’ve lost all hope
those lines have etched my heart
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a hand full of grains
unbidden do they fall
a place to return to
changeless after all
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
dreams to the four winds
poetry is my heart
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today I sketch a new life
the dawn is just ahead
new hope in the making
the sand my faithful friend
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I draw an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
A dear patient passed two years ago today. Hospice is a hard world. Each caregiver/nurse gives a piece of heart. Thankfully like the sand there are many pieces. Thank you for reading…
Images Sand Meet Wave copyright 2015 & Alone at Dawn copyright 2019
In Christ Alone #easter #poetry
Who faithful carries burdens
who in love bore the cross
only one God’s Son
willingly paid the price
sin a heavy anchor
none can loose its chains
but by the eternal victor
you are free from pain
why walk bent and broken
you can be set free
what a loving forfeit
Christ’s death on Calvary
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Sins willingly bore
Risen no grave could hold
Jesus paid sin’s price
Roots #atozchallenge #poetry
Deeply rooted
spring soil welcomes new life
sodden past
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sun smiles knowingly
discarded tiger lilies
age-old struggle
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old life removed
nature taunts failure
can’t dig away pain
This set of haiku shared with A to Z Challenge for the letter R as well as Poets United Mid week Motif – this week’s prompt Poets United
What can be more organic than haiku written while I was standing in the soil. As I was digging yesterday, I grabbed my phone, took pictures of the roots I have dug up for 4 years and I wrote about my struggle on my (now grimy) notepad.
Incendiary #poetry
Edges of flesh
licked by flame
I can’t feel the hurt
am numb to the pain
burns many levels
or so they claim
beyond sensation
no number named
nothing hurts tho
quite as much
when kindness is stolen
human fire’s touch
friend or family
devil’s spawn
take inspiration
leave me raw
debride the tissue
apply agonizing cream
bandage the sorrow
inconsolable dreams
stolen ideals
did you ever think
can’t create own words
in a well of dried ink
This week’s prompt at Poet’s United is Fire. My week started with an accident to my hand (because of fire). No need for much internal inspiration when you feel the prompt.
Thirty Six Percent #poetry
I bash my head against another diagnosis
the maze of “I don’t knows”
outweighs “this way out”
I ping the depths for respiration
I drag the bottom, no air to shout
hanging off an IV bottle
add a little more of that if you please
just a little more desperation
drugs can’t keep up with my disease
MDs with their coffee and boredom
“not interesting enough” * you say
what you see stands not before you
patients more anxious today
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creative she sings
miracles of beauty surround
no time for boredom
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(*A remark made to me by a trauma surgeon after being airlifted from an auto accident)
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Boredom.”
I could rant about healthcare and it’s failings when twenty or thirty years ago we (health care practitioners and researchers) were making inroads.
No need to worry as all of those roads now have “do not enter” or “closed for repair” signs.
Where Are You? #poetry
Yesterdays all dry
lifting my face to heaven
to God I cry
“Where are you?” I implore
my bones suffer
I pour out my soul
like the deer
I pant for refreshment
“God draw me near”
my tears like waves
flow over pain
close the lid to my grave
give me hope anew
soil for joy to grow
on mercies wings I flew
There are desert days and there are rain forest days (and everything in-between.) Suffering is part of life, it is our choice where we go when we are in pain. Put your hope in God, cry out to Him.He not only listens but He carries us through the darkest nights…
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”…
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?” Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” ~ Psalm 42 1 -2, 8 – 11
“The LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.“
~ Number 6:25 & 26
Go Deep #devotion
I just read an article about tears and that they are good for us because they open our hearts! Maybe this poem will make a clear visual:
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
I woke in burning pain today
the searing drew me to my knees
tears wash over even now
and I can only pray and plead
My heart heard nudging from my Lord
“people are suffering all over the world
let pain wake you to the need
petition for the lost, your words I’ll heed”
I woke in burning pain today
I dropped sobbing to my knees
“Oh Lord children suffer it is true
they’ll burn alive without you!!! ”
Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; But a man of understanding will draw it out.
Proverbs 20:5
Should I focus on my own suffering or on that of others? The Bible says we will have trouble in this life but isn’t it what we do with the “suffering” that makes a difference? I was reminded as my pain has been escalating of a time when I chose not to use narcotics to stem the tide. The pain would crash over me in the night and I decided I might as well pray. This went on for months (then years). I learned by praying for others that my pain would lessen and like an analgesic I would (eventually) fall back to sleep. These are troublesome times – Do we anesthetize our lives or do we walk on hot coals with fellow sufferers? May ours tears soften our hearts to hear the cries of those lost in the night…
“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”
Romans 5:3-5
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
Romans 8:18
“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. “
1 Peter 4:12
Sharing this with Godinterest today.
Can’t Hold Back the Pain
pierced my heart
archer strains against his bow
can’t staunch the pain
The prompt for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Govinda or Bow
penned in moon dust 