Dawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.
I peer through the panes that give onto a landscape of
horror that to some is pristine but to me is a reminder
that he was swallowed up by a wood black and cruel.
He calls out faintly, begging I rescue him from the jail
holding him fast against all escape, but who am I but
a grieving parent who searches for a son forever lost.
A Grieving Parent
by compound complex 7 Replies latest jw friends
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rip van winkle
Powerful.
CoCo, bad things always happen in the woods!
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snowbird
Sylvia
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humbled
Coco.
I must be cuckoo because I see in my mind the "mountain of Jehovah" in all its gloom enveloping a dark prison cell with your son in it. He isn't able to escape. He calls to you, thinking you have the key to end his bleak isolation. But the dark mountain overshadows you too.
Say it ain't so.
Tell me I'm crazy.
But this is a heartbreaking piece.
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KateWild
I have lost my son, that's how I feel. Kate xx
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compound complex
To my dear friends: clarity; rip; snowbird; humbled; Kate:
I appreciate your posts and heartfelt comments.
Yes, rip, bad things do happen in the woods, whether symbolic or literal. Likewise, humbled, you are not crazy, unless both you and the writer are cuckoo. Your sentiments are in concert with what I have written. We are all overshadowed, but our light shall out.
Our to you, dear Kate. We all feel that inconsolable loss.
Love,
CoCo
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snowbird
My precious daughter is also a prisoner.
I'm a-waitin' patiently.
So sorry, Kate.
Love you all.
Sylvia