There are no quiet places
For the tortured spirit.
There is the promise of tomorrow.
There is the font of faith.
But there are no quiet places
To escape
The savagery of the jagged nerve,
The open sore of vulnerability.
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The world is too much in me,
Its suffering mine.
But my suffering is not the world’s.
It is a minutia, and negligible.
I am embarrassed by it.
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I seek the quiet places.
They lie in nature, but not in me.
I find nature
But have lost me.
Too painful to touch, too complex to discern.
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And so I seek the purgative
To absolve me of today
The curative to rescue my tomorrow,
The healing balm.
And find in you the promise
Of a resurrected spirit
Of a quiet place
Of the peace of God.
I have but tears to give you in return.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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Your poem captures the human struggle. Beautifully expressed
The poem evokes melancholy, and yet speaks to the many frayed emotions everyone experiences to some extent."The savagery of the jagged nerve, The open sore of vulnerability." those words, and the expressions delivered throughout the poem, are powerful.. Beautifully done.. must get a tissue and weep a bit!
''I accept any tear of love.'' Peace spreads in the soul after we lose ourselves, as you say, and then find ourselves again in the center of the heart. 💘🌹