A response to something I saw on TV

[DancingBarefoot]

We're assured that God never gives us more than we can take. There is a young woman out there who wondered if it was true. Sometimes I wonder, too.

Buried under all that's been thrown at you
Slowly you're unearthed
Offered a hand
But you hold your breath, close your eyes,
And sinking, give up the fight
Let the filth consume you again
This time it fills your ears
Your nose, your throat
But you're already numb

Angels sang when you wept, little one -
Tears to mend a broken spirit
You knew you were lost
But you weren't sure you were worth finding
That's what buried you in the end
And now the angels sing
To call you back home.

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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**

 

[UpwiththeSun]

I can really relate to this! You have closely described recent feelings I have had. I tried to pick out my favorite line, but I like the entire thing!

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"Maybe you could educate my mind"

 

[BabyGrace]

an excellent poem as yours always are...

there's a reason I don't have a clue what's going on in the world...the news is horribly depressing sometimes. I don't think God 'gives' us more than we can take. He just reassures us that whatever we find will never be too much if we let Him carry us...
which is a lot easier said than done.

 

[majxtc]

Originally posted by DancingBarefoot:

But you hold your breath, close your eyes,
And sinking, give up the fight ...

You knew you were lost
But you weren't sure you were worth finding

When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull?d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Hamlet - Act IV. Scene VII

DancingBarefoot:

It was hard to find just a portion to quote. I wished to quote it all. Very touching in light of all the young women in our society today who are drowning under the same sort of pressures that brang Hamlet's dear Ophelia to her watery demise.

I've often wondered if Hamlet's Ophelia could have been saved if she had been affirmed of her tremendous value by those around her who were too busy with the business of revenge than to attend to the desperate pleas of a heartbroken adolesence. If her Hamlet truly were a prince, would have she succumbed to the murky waters under that willow tree on Dawson's Creek. (somehow in reading up on Ophelia, I remember someone saying that the name of the stream she drowned in was Dawson Creek - now wouldn't that make a neat name for a teenage soap?

)

Indeed, a beautiful poem. May we weep and sing with the angels to revive our little ones.

majxtc (majestic)

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And love is not the easy thing... The only baggage you can bring... Is all that you can't leave behind.

[This message has been edited by majxtc (edited 05-21-2001).]

 

[popkidu2]

You knew you were lost
But you weren't sure you were worth finding
That's what buried you in the end
And now the angels sing
To call you back home.

 

[foray]

Let the filth consume you again

Hey waitaminute, I know this feeling...!

I like the thoughts behind your poem, DancingBarefoot.

foray

 

[Alisaura]

oof, sad...

Depressing TV does wonders for your creativity doesn't it!
*wishes there was a "wry smiley"*

Beautiful, DB.