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
14 comments:
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
So sad when all that sorrow is just buried inside... somehow it cannot end well with all that pain inside.
Poignant yet beautiful.
Poignant and painful writing, Annell!
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...
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...
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.
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"
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.
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.
The confusion of sorrow.... and often that is how sorrow feels.
Her sorrows are for us all - she wants one thing - we must focus on her Son. Beautiful.
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.
A Mother's SonG
that never dies..
eternal
Love
that SinGs
oF NoW..
aS Love..:)
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