#crying night

[hongism]

goodnight beloveds <3

[saxifrage-wreath]

I think it is time and that I'm ready to share this poem. Be warned that the premise of it is me cutting loose about grief and sadness, so maybe don't read it if that's likely to get to you. That said, there's also a hefty dose of Christianity in it, which keeps it from being entirely grim. Death is defeated and all that, so there's hope at the end. Poetically I'm quite pleased with it, and I think setting it down like this has helped me deal with things, praise God.

Given the subject matter, I'll not wish that you enjoy it, but do I hope that you may find something of goodness, truth, or beauty here. <3

Crying Night

Last night it was a crying night

And surely weep did I

I wept for worry, love, and loss

And days gone creeping by

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With unquiet mind and wrack-ed heart

And eyes made red and sore

I remembered who and what I had

And won't have anymore

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Each misspent hour that came to mind

Made fresh the tear-streams flow

And likewise every bit of love

That has now nowhere to go

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My heart it fell and falling broke

As a glass that shatters whole

And sure it seemed that I must pay

All sorrow's hefty toll

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Alone in darkness then I fared

And needs must go afar

Through gloom of midnight winter-cold

That comes without a star

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Broken, hurting, on I dragged

A stranger now to peace

And wondered whether to go on

Or halt and let it cease

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Yet then I think I saw a light

Like a star or lamp ahead

Heard a whisper tell of One who could not

Be kept among the dead

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And thinking of the story told

- That truest myth of all -

A part of it sprang to my mind

A truth I did recall

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The One who made all and gives life

And speaks no word but true

Had lived, been hurt, and suffered loss

And wept for sorrow too

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So not alone I found myself

And finding, hope retrieved

Since I recalled the Servant-King

Had loved, known hurt and grieved

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And besides the things that He had done

I recalled His promise true

That surely there will come a day

When He will make all things new

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That new world will no mourning know

Nor anguish, pain, nor fear

There safe He'll bring us home again

And wipe away our tears

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Yet 'til His promise is fulfilled

We will weep here below

Such tears are not an evil thing

So let them, cleansing, flow

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And trust the One who, loving, wept

Open that all might see

The same One by whose mighty word

All things put right shall be

[walkinggrotesque]

Steal me away. I don't wamna go soemwhere new, I wanna stay right here with you

[esa-extrania-chica-anil]

No quiero dormir sola esta noche.

No para tener sexo. Quiero que alguien me tome en sus brazos y me cante hasta dormir. Quiero que en la mañana me observe y me de los buenos dias con una sonrisa. No quiero dormir sola esta noche porque no qiero despertar sintiendome igual de vacia como lo estoy ahora.

[scruffyprincess]

Country Singers singing "You Are My Sunshine" will be the death of me.

[skies-are-never-grey]

Tomorrow is the day... I'm not ready to here this. This may be the hardest thing I have ever had to experience in my life... I'll probably even have to leave work for awhile. I knew something had to go wrong sometime.

[brandonthebard]

To belong, i'd give most anything.