Heavy

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Heartbreak hangs, a heavy Thing, unwelcome tribulation;

Frosted fangs shred flesh from bone in weighty proclamation.

Lamentations pierce the night as mourners bear its chill;

Earth’s foundations shift in flight as burdens overfill.

Affliction’s strain borne all alone would kill the bravest heart;

Eager souls and ready hands prepared to do their part

Will hold your heavy heartbreak high and share the bitter load;

So as you struggle with good-bye, we’re with you on this road.

 

*  My local community has been hit hard with the tragic loss of 15 of its loved ones after a horrible accident. It is hard to fathom what these families are enduring right now in their shock and grief. I am so proud of the ways in which people are supporting each other and loving each other through this terrible time of loss. To all the first-responders, medical staff, blood donors, coffee-pourers, blanket-bringers, and prayer warriors – thank you! May God richly bless your efforts! To all of the families and friends suffering through this awful season of hardship – the prayers and thoughts of everyone in Saskatchewan are with you all…  *

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But Soft, On What Yon Pole Doth Break (or ‘The Little-Known Shakespearian Pole Tragedy’)

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But soft, on what yon pole doth break

the breath of heaven’s dew,

in frozen apparition sweet

to tempt a child of two

to get him hence and lick said pole

with tongue egressed in kind;

Forsooth, what pain for him whose flesh

doth overpower mind!

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Verily and anon, I beg of thee – keep thine tongue within its housing when thou dost wander past a tempting flag pole!

Child of Light

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Child of Light,

we’re frozen here –

smeared with blight,

not Christmas cheer;

Shine Your star

into dark hearts,

draw us where

true healing starts.

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For the beautiful children of Connecticut – we miss you already…

Farewell

Farewell to the son of the sunset hair,

your sun has set too soon.

The sky is mourning in its lair,

her cries obscure the moon.

The world grows dark upon your course,

for one less light here shines;

the weeping wind  blows rain clouds hoarse,

for sunset hair she pines.

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Dedicated to the young man who tragically lost his life last night.  Your world mourns you…