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forgive me
when he was called back Home I hated You
for stealing such a treasure from my world
I screamed at You and begged it be untrue
anathema I, to the heavens, hurled
ashamed, I ask now that You will forgive
my petty, childish, human ignorance
in questioning the reason, Your own motive
in making me abide within his absence
for since assured acceptance has begun
I fully understand I should not whine
because deep down I know he was Your son
long before he ever came as mine
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Structured: Western
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Comments
raj
Mon, 2012-07-16 14:54
What a wonderful way Judyanne
What a wonderful way Judyanne to reconcile with an immense loss of flesh n blood...
for since assured acceptance has begun
I fully understand I should not whine
because deep down I know he was Your son
long before he ever came as mine
raj (sublime_ocean)
judyanne
Tue, 2012-07-17 08:20
hello raj!!
lovely to see you... thank you so much for the great comment
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Roscoe Lane
Mon, 2012-07-16 15:15
Stunning,
Stunning piece of poetry, i love the simplicity in which you've said so much. Love Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
judyanne
Tue, 2012-07-17 08:21
thank you roscoe
for the very supportive comment
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
scribbler
Mon, 2012-07-16 16:27
Hi Judy
Time Does heal doesn't it?..............stan
judyanne
Tue, 2012-07-17 08:25
yes stan
once one realises that there are two other certainties along with death and taxes
- now and change....
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
loved
Tue, 2012-07-17 09:43
I should not whine
after they all told me
not to whine
this whining is catching on like
pneu -what -monia
glad raj also joins in
loved
judyanne
Thu, 2012-07-19 10:18
lol
thanks loved
hugs
judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Rula
Tue, 2012-07-17 13:27
Too much impressive!!
Almost brought tears into my eyes .Can't say more!!
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judyanne
Thu, 2012-07-19 10:18
dear rula
thank you very much
love judy xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
arja
Wed, 2012-07-18 10:07
...there's nothing to crit.
...there's nothing to crit..its something close at heart..and i like it.. ;)
judyanne
Thu, 2012-07-19 10:19
thank you arja
for the visit and the very supportive comment
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Ian.T
Thu, 2012-07-19 10:40
Judyanne
That you can scream at the returning home of one so dear and write about it is a beautiful thing.
That tears form is a show indeed of the things you have had to accept of this life, Beautifully written by a beautiful Spirit, for a beautiful Spirit,
Yours Ian
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
judyanne
Fri, 2012-07-20 12:27
thank you ian
for the very lovely words
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)