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Even God Cried
Even God cried
When we lay you to rest
Tears in downpours
Drowning beating hearts
In chests
No umbrella protection
For the sorrows
That bestill wicked whispers
Of evil expectations.
No raincoat keeping
This sweetest of souls
Here with us
Enveloped in our love and light.
Droplets large enough
To swallow the rock lodged between
My eyes
Carry you away from us
Upon drug-induced
Red-wristlets of pain.
Yes, even God cried
When your flame
Took its final flicker
Dancing upon the darkness
Buried deeper than
OUR candles could touch
Even God cried
Galaxy tears engulfing
The very peace you sought...
Hold you,
We will
In your tranquility
Memories of love
Drying God’s tears
but a moment.
For, even God cried
When you walked through
Heaven’s front door.
When we lay you to rest
Tears in downpours
Drowning beating hearts
In chests
No umbrella protection
For the sorrows
That bestill wicked whispers
Of evil expectations.
No raincoat keeping
This sweetest of souls
Here with us
Enveloped in our love and light.
Droplets large enough
To swallow the rock lodged between
My eyes
Carry you away from us
Upon drug-induced
Red-wristlets of pain.
Yes, even God cried
When your flame
Took its final flicker
Dancing upon the darkness
Buried deeper than
OUR candles could touch
Even God cried
Galaxy tears engulfing
The very peace you sought...
Hold you,
We will
In your tranquility
Memories of love
Drying God’s tears
but a moment.
For, even God cried
When you walked through
Heaven’s front door.
Published 3rd Jul 2018
Author's Note
This is a tribute to a former student of mine who had a mother for whom she could never do right. At age 28, just one week ago, she succumbed to the eating disorder and depression, taking her own life. She was the sweetest soul and one who lived to make others’ lives better somehow. And she did.
It’s also inspired by the fact that, with no forecast for rain, it poured rain only during her funeral on Sunday, then stopped.
It’s also inspired by the fact that, with no forecast for rain, it poured rain only during her funeral on Sunday, then stopped.
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I Shall not comment on this poem in deference to your friend. a tribute and lament
of finest hue Kexby
of finest hue Kexby
3rd Jul 2018 10:26am
Thank you. But you can still comment as I always learn from the comments!
6th Jul 2018 6:32pm
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2nd Jul 2020 4:50am
It feels a bit wrong to like something written about such a travesty, but it is so elegantly written. I felt every word. Loss is a painful reality to face.
19th Feb 2023 10:13pm
