Thursday, March 3, 2016

March 3, 2016 dVerse Open Link Night #167 Our Lady of Sorrows (You are my Own)

Our Lady of Sorrows (You are my Own)

started out as most children do       a lovely small child        loved by everyone who saw her

the apple of her mothers eye      everyone commented on her beauty        she stepped across

sorrows                                       like skipping                       across stones in the stream

never getting her slippers wet      she took each sorrow         folded them into her pack

like collecting bones in the desert       rarely complained   kept her words in a small bundle

near her heart                               hidden by her smile                                a passerby

would never know                        could not guess                                      most days

were a series of memories            recalled what happened                        a silent dread

the daggers that pierced her heart      the wounds that bled                       the mother may i

please be with me when i die             sister of mercy                                love's sweet song

queen of heaven                                 our lady of sorrows                         you are my own



March 3, 2016

15 comments:

Linda Kruschke said...

This is wonderful. The line "hidden by her smile" hit home with me. How often do we hide our many sorrows behind a smile so that no one will know. I find as I step out from behind my smile and share my sorrows, I discover that others are hiding similar sorrows, too. Peace, Linda

brudberg said...

So sad when all that sorrow is just buried inside... somehow it cannot end well with all that pain inside.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Poignant yet beautiful.

Mary said...

Poignant and painful writing, Annell!

Edward said...

reminded me to seek
things we carry life with
in these states between
discovery and neglect...

and cross pollinating
word streams, repeatedly reading
skipping through the lines
in columns and other angled leaps
was a very fun endeavor...

left me with an image
of an old orchard
a stone wall
and a creek nearby...

beautiful piece...

Edward said...

reminded me to seek
things we carry life with
in these states between
discovery and neglect...

and cross pollinating
word streams, repeatedly reading
skipping through the lines
in columns and other angled leaps
was a very fun endeavor...

left me with an image
of an old orchard
a stone wall
and a creek nearby...

beautiful piece...

Bodhirose said...

Some children learn to hide their sorrows at a very young age. So tragic that they aren't treasured and cherished and kept safe and sound.

Anonymous said...

I love the idea of stepping across sorrows.

This is my favorite part:
"the daggers that pierced her heart the wounds that bled the mother may i
please be with me when i die sister of mercy love's sweet song"

Toni Spencer said...

A powerful poem. The stuffing down and hiding of sorrow...so many of us carry that invisible sorrow to our graves. In spite of the sadness, a beautiful poem.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see that girl skipping lightly across the stones in the stream.....and then holding her sorrows close to her as an adult........this is a beautiful poem of love and sorrow, Annell. Just beautiful.

Roslyn Ross said...

The confusion of sorrow.... and often that is how sorrow feels.

vivinfrance said...

Beautiful.

Margaret said...

Her sorrows are for us all - she wants one thing - we must focus on her Son. Beautiful.

Abhra Pal said...

There are more than one favourite part of your poem for me - and I always love this form.

It reminds of something I have written recently - welcome to OLN. Have a good weekend.

Kate Mia said...

A Mother's SonG
that never dies..
eternal
Love
that SinGs
oF NoW..
aS Love..:)