Tears’ Task

I cry more than I used to,
……..about those hungry and destitute,
……..driven into torturous perils,
……..risking all for scant hope of survival

children alone, afraid of
war, neglect, poverty, loss of home,
still unable to frame the words,
yet choked by invisible strangleholds.

I weep more than ever for people hated
……..simply for the color of their skin,
……..the conviction of their heart,
……..the level of their competencies

for all caught, vice-grip-like,
in social disparity, mere pawns –
chess pieces – subject to
unbridled narcissism and greed.

I shed more tears than I used to
…….about dogs – cooped up – caged alone,
…….worse still, used for cruel sport,
…….or confined by metal chain

about marine life perishing in polluted seas
forests at risk, resources exploited,
water tainted, oil spilled, nighttime’s splendor
erased by light from torrid flame.

I’m grieved much more than I used to be,
…….by people believing
…….insidious lies of those bent
…….on forcing the vulnerable into servitude

women raped, the elderly shunned,
tribes disregarded, victims suffocated,
humans shackled, innocents gunned down,
rights revoked – a sinister Russian roulette.

But do not weep for me,
for one must choose between compassion
or bitter cynicism, which blames victim,
refusing to comprehend, denying culpability.

Only tears make it possible
to see in the dark, for they shield
one’s heart from searing blaze used to
systematically dull sensibilities.

I cry so much more than I used to.
It must be so, for tears’ assignment
is to deposit nutrients into
soul’s secluded sanctuary, sole hope

for birthing courage, integrity,
resolve, qualifying ingredients
to tread where few dare,
undeterred and undaunted.

© Julia Penner-Zook, 2017
Photo credit: http://www.pixabay.com

 

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50 thoughts on “Tears’ Task

      1. Thank you so much Julia. I was once a better and good poet when I was younger. But at certain moments in my life, my profession got in the way and let it go more than trying to do it often. But I am now getting back at it and I hope I will keep up with it. “Trying” is the strongest word!

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      2. Thank you. You gave me the courage to lift up to it. I will do. I kind of have some poems I have written, but I need to go over them one by one. I hope one day I will print them into a book – fingers cross! Dreams do come true! Thank you ever so much!

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      1. Thank you, the photography is courtesy of my amazing partner who carries the camera on our many walks and captures the images that catch my eye! I keep suggesting that he start a photography blog of his own but he enjoys enhancing mine! Your kind comment will warm his heart…

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  1. So many thoughts and aches compressed into few words…outstanding! I love the positive ending despite a horde emotions that overflow and pull at the cords of my heart.
    I am glad I hopped over from Diana’s blog. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Good morning Julia,

    Not often do I reply to your writings, it seems. But this one touched a chord today & I say, “Thank you”. There is so much to ponder!

    Love you, Marilyn

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