Thursday, February 29, 2024

The Saddest Words Of All


 

The cancer thing is rough and horrible, and I don't want to write about it today.

Still, it does leave room for thinking, and regret.

The saddest words were ever spoken,
words that flaming hell portend
illume a grace that has been broken,
and chill the soul, 'a former friend'.
What fell road led to this place
in which we see fellowship killed?
Can we still not find a trace
of love, or has the heart been stilled?
What is it, that is worth the fight
that comes between what should be whole?
Why pick we Egyptian night,
and let it fester on the soul
when we might yet chose to forbear
insult, and still consent to care?

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SUFFER. Can you suffer through another sonnet?

Will you bow, and choose to suffer
through an insult meant to wound?
Will you let God be your buffer,
when you've wept enough, and swooned
into the arms of black despair,
into the vale that floods with tears.
Will you let Him find you there,
let Him shield you from your fears?
Let the pride go out and pass,
let surrender be your all
that you may lay the looking glass,
and with fresh eyes behold the wall
behind which for years you have hidden,
and to surmount you now are bidden.

Three minutes thirty.

Barb does say I make her climb the walls, sometimes.

Music from The Sandpipers, with Come Saturday Morning

Come bearing ice cream, and all insult is forgotten.


7 comments:

  1. Reading your sonnets never feels like suffering. I always look forward to them.
    P.S. Sylvia has such a good attitude. It doesn't take much to keep her happy, haha.

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  2. Wow, your speed of writing is impressive, Andrew. And with such results!

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  3. You captured it perfectly - "when you've wept enough, and swooned
    into the arms of black despair,
    into the vale that floods with tears." - even reading this brings comfort to suffering. Thank you for your thoughts! Blessings on your day!

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  4. Andrew you handle insults graciously. I'm learning to handle it but its hard. I was called the N word on Instagram by a troll this week so I responded with "Aww God bless you too😍". Never heard back.😆

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  5. Thank you, Andrew. I'm sorry but I've not been well this past year. But I'm doing much better this year. I'm glad you're still writing. You're amazing. :-)

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  6. sonnets like these bamboozle me, they are extraordinary.

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