When Grief Enters In

The waves of flowing tears to be cried simply seem uncountable. Un-doubtable, are the numerous ways in which we find to ask,“Why”–a question that, though we may try, remains unanswered for our cores inconsolable.

One’s heart takes a sigh with dry and uncontrolled heaves while hollowed out eyes will choose to relieve, no longer. The burden so heavy, the eyes can no more cry. This is pure grief! Moreover, everyone suffers when a loved one dies.

But, there are those who feel that certain killings are no big deal cause we play the game called: “Tit for Tat.” But, when that precious one is made to die (whether white or black), emotions rise, and their families are called to lack.

Regardless of our past, or pains of yesterday, we have no right to strike to purposely put out someone’s life. And, to those who choose to make slight during times when devastation is wrought, just wait a while—See how it feels when your loved one is somehow caught.

The enormous amount of unjustified and uncaring remarks we read and hear clearly are not well thought out, nor could they be considered as smart. Why would we choose to add depraved insults and further damage to an already poor and sickened Heart?

Created so that we each bleed red, when grief enters in, ample time must be given to mend. I know this as a fact because it was just a short while ago when my only son was called out to succumb. Unfortunately, my boy was killed by the pop of an evil man’s gun.

Yesterday it was a cop who, much too quickly, lost his life. He too was someone’s son. And they say he had a wife. At the end of the day, one truth remains. Whether cop or not, as human beings in this race, we cannot escape.

Misery comes to each and circumstances, in this debate, should call to all to share in pain. For in times of sorrow we are to bear. But, perhaps one day we’ll finally see. When grief enters in, we all fit with-in the same sad skin.


My Angel

Are you my angel?  Are you sitting

in His arms looking down at me?

Do you see me when I smile? Are you

by now completely worry free?

How did you so quickly make your

move into His presence?  Was there a

struggle as you entered into His

very sweet essence?

We’re you surprised to finally realize

that earth’s work for you had so

suddenly all been satisfied?

People tell me every day that I

must soon let you go your way.

Sometimes I try to let you go—but,

Lord knows the surrender is such a

tough road to tow.

Then on those days when once again,

your dad explains those things to me,

I find a moment of sweet peace while

thoughts of love come to abide in all clarity.

And, in my mind’s eye I can see that you surely

must look down, but bear no frown for me.

For you, my Angel and your brilliant smile remain

steady and unapologetically in the daily reflections

of silly old me.