Shades Of Grief

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Defiant Praise
By Michael Landon © 2012
Originally Published in Grieving Hearts in Worship
The day is grey and heavy with thick fog.
Fog that clings to all it touches,
Blocking out the brightness of the sun
Yet even as the fog clings to winters nakedness,
The trees lift their arms
Almost in defiance of the swirling grey,
Reaching out in a gesture of defiant praise,
Knowing where the sun is and refusing to give into the fog’s
Mantle of sorrow
The trees in their defiant praise point the way to truth –
There is light
There is life
There is hope
Defiant praise in the midst of barren nakedness
That we all might stand
Lifting our arms in defiant praise
With and for God
In our own nakedness and winter vulnerability
Knowing there is light and life
Turning the shroud and somber,
Heavy, clinging fog into
A gentle embrace of God’s love and presence

 

October/November 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

Please See Me Through My Tears
By Kelly Osmont, MSW
From More Than Surviving
By Kelly Osmont – 1990, Centering Corporation

 

 You asked, “How are you doing?”
As I told you, tears came to my eyes… and you
Looked away and quickly began to talk again.
All the attention you had given drained away.
“How am I doing?”
I do better when people listen, though I may shed a tear to two.
This pain is indescribable.
I need you.
When you look away,
When I’m ignored,
I am again alone with it.
Your attention means more than you can know.
Really, tears are not a bad sign,
You know!
They’re nature’s way
Of helping me heal…
Then relieve some of the stress
Of sadness.
I know you fear that asking how I’m doing brings me sadness
…but you’re wrong.
The memory will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
My tears make my pain more
Visible to you, but you did not
Give me the pain…it was already there.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
You’ve helped me.
You need not speak.
Your silence as I cry is all I need.
Be patient…do not fear.
Listening with your heart to
“how I am doing”
relieves the pain,
for when the tears can freely come
and go,
I feel lighter.
Talking to you releases
What I’ve been
Wanting to say aloud,
Clearing space
For a touch of joy in my life.
I’ll cry for a minute or two…
And then I’ll wipe my eyes,
And sometimes you’ll even find I’m laughing later.
When I hold back the tears, my
throat grows tight,
my chest aches, my stomach knots… because I’m trying to protect you
from my tears.
Then we both hurt…me, because my pain is held inside,
A shield against our closeness
…and you,
because suddenly we’re distant.
So, take my hand and see me
Through my tears…
And we can be close again.

September 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

The Towers Fell
Remembering September 11, 2001
By Michael Landon ©2010
  The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers Fell
We lost our sense of security
We lost our sense of safety
We lost so much
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers fell
People, young an old, created in the image of God, died that day
People, black, white, brown, colors of all our world’s races, created in the image of God, died that day
People, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Buddhist, atheist and all forms of belief and disbelief – those seeking to know, follow, hide or run from or ignore the image of God, died that day
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers fell
Our world became much smaller
Our world became much scarier
            Our world became much more confusing
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers Fell
Neighbors reached out to neighbor
Strangers reached out to stranger
Nations reached out to our nation
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers Fell
Before they fell, God was present
While they fell, God was present
God is present still
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers Fell
What have we learned?
What have we changed?
What are we becoming?
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust
The Towers Fell
People died
God wept
God continues to weep
The Towers Fell
When will our hatred
When will our anger
When will our distrust

 

August 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

Anger

AngerBy Michael Landon © 2012

Originally Published in Grieving Hearts in Worship

 

 

 

I feel the anger coursing through my veins
Anger pumping, growing, spreading with each beat of my heart
The anger wants out
Like a famished, caged lion
It wants to roar, to scream
To rip and tear
To devour everything in sight
Anger doesn’t want to listen or believe
Anger doesn’t want to hear words of comfort
It does not want to be soothed
 
Anger wants to lash out
It wants to inflict pain
So others will feel the pain
The pain anger seeks to hide and protect
Anger fills me with thoughts of
revenge, hatred, cursing, and blame
 
Anger screams “how can this be, how can this be happening to me?”
“It’s not fair, it’s not right!”
When anger is spent
and the raging storm within settles
I can hear a still small voice saying
“You are loved,”
“you are not alone,”
“let my love fill you and satisfy your every need,”
“let my love bring you healing and peace”
 The still small voice whispers, “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

restMatthew 11:28-30

JULY 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

Life in A Cocoon

By Michael Landon ©2011

Trapped
    Confined
           Held
                Embraced
Panic
    Scared
          Relaxed
Nurtured
Fear
    Unknown
          Wondering
                Anticipation
Pain
      Surrender
             Transformation
                    New Life
It’s often a matter of perspective.  Reframing, looking at the same event or experience, but from a different lens can help bring insight as well as transformation.

 

JUNE 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

Sweet Sorrow

By Michael E Landon ©2012

Originally Published in Grieving Hearts in Worship

 

 

Sweet sorrow, sweet sorrow,
Our Savior brings life out of death
Right now, not before
Today, not tomorrow
In this moment, not the next
Sweet sorrow, sweet sorrow,
Our Savior brings life out of death
What the world says is bad
What the world says is dead and gone
What the world says is impossible
God says, “Take another look!”
Sweet sorrow, sweet sorrow,
Our Savior brings life out of death
A flower blooms in the desert
Water flows from a rock
The blind can see
The lame can walk
Sweet sorrow, sweet sorrow,
Our Savior brings life out of death

 

MAY 2012 SHADES OF GRIEF POEM

 

The Petals Drop

By Michael E Landon ©2012

Originally published in Grieving Hearts in Worship

 

 

The petals drop
        giving the illusion of death
The petals drop
       revealing a new beauty,
                   a new way of seeing and being
The petals drop
        spreading their color across the table
                  joining and transforming what is there
The petals drop
        revealing the naked seeds and stem
                  revealing their own sacred pattern of life and beauty
The petals drop
        bringing transformation