(crossposted from Mannys blog)
The are times when I absolutely need the comfort of others, because alone, I simply cannot bear to see and to know what I see and know. Not alone, for even one more moment. Reading of the rocket bombing of those apartment buildings in Beiruit was today’s “one straw too many”.
So, if it is of any comfort at all to any of you, to also share a small space where we can mourn together awhile, you are so welcome ….
Come, my relations,
come cry with me
for all our relations
under war fire
eye’s seared shut
by rockets red glare
Come cry with me
for blown apart babies
blasted children
dead mothers and elders
all who did not wish to die
and all the ripped open hearts
Come cry with me
great oceans of tears
we shall make
what else can we do
to extinguish
the roar-fire of war?
{{{scribe}}}
trying to keep our heads up above the oceans of tears
(((Scribe)))) I was crying all last night and most of yesterday afternoon. Ameer. I was trying to post elsewhere… I couldn’t even make sense… I just would start sobbing. And I know it’s not done with… but I don’t feel cleansed like you do after a long hard sob.
Beautiful words and emotions, my friend. thank you!
DJ, how I wish you could ber here right now, with me and little Ivy Rose. (15 month old grand daughter) They just dropped her off and she is like a breath of freshes, cleanest air. She is why I can’t give into the dispair or the grief for long; she won’t
let me. How can I not laugh at her determined attempts to catch a cat who will not be caught, or be sad when she stops in mid-play to plant a big open mouthed kiss on me? I wish you very ample amounts of your own kind of “Ivy” right now, sister
I’ll trade you two prickily weeds, my two kids, for one Ivy today! 🙂
I just sent her home, gladly, too, cuz she wore me out! If I was closer, I’d take your two pricklies for a few hours now and then so you could go make mudpies…or take a bubble bath..or whatever you needed to do!