More Poems of Sympathy

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At times it feels like the world is lost
When loved ones go away.
The world’s not lost it just moves on
From where we try to stay.

The world rotating endlessly
Gives no thought to the past.
Memories are where our happy times stay,
They’re protected, so will last.

So take with you all you can recall
The world won’t stop; grab hold!
The turning grinds but affords more time
To thaw warm memories from cold.

Sympathy’s not just a word,
It’s offering to share
And help with sadness in our lives
It’s always being there.

It doesn’t need the answers,
It needn’t voice a sound.
It’s catching someone falling
Before they reach the ground.

You have it on all sides and ‘tho
It can’t reduce your pain,
It gives the best reminder that
Sun will follow the rain.

It’s times like these our paths are blurred;
Such unfair loss, such pain incurred.
Confused, we miss the touch, the feel,
The oneness only love reveals.
In love the unity that’s found
Is covert but nonetheless profound;
But the missing half that we lament,
Other-worldly, heaven-sent,
Isn’t lost at all, if we look with care,
In us, our memories hold it there.

Never is there justice
For losing ones so dear
Yet even though they’ve gone for now
Shared memories keep them near.

Sometimes there are no answers
To what you’ll wish to know.
No simple rhyme or reason
For what makes smiles, tears flow.

Always, though, we’ve open arms;
Our love unreserved and true,
To share your joys, bear your sorrow,
We’re here always, just for you.

A dear old friend once touched my heart,
When it had sunk so low.
The familiar words they gave me were
Calming, soothing, home.

Those words’ dull glow gave light again
To roads made dark, unclear.
Both the words first spoken long ago,
And the friend are close, still dear.

The swollen darkness when the dear friend left
Has long since gone unseen
The dear friend’s word and spirit stay
Their memory evergreen.

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One Response to More Poems of Sympathy

  1. Lara January 21, 2013 at 5:37 am #

    My Favourite poem in the whole world Louis MacNeice Prayer before BirthI am not yet born; O hear me.Let not the bsundlockiog bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.I am not yet born, console me.I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.I am not yet born; provide meWith water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me.I am not yet born; forgive meFor the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.I am not yet born; rehearse meIn the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me.I am not yet born; O hear me,Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me.I am not yet born; O fill meWith strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me.Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.Otherwise kill me.