As the sky holds clouds,
so must we
carry sadness
so must we
carry sadness
with ineffable grace.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved.
© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved.
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Ethereal vapors
ReplyDeleteWisps of wisdom flitting free
Rain must come to earth
Beautiful, Kass. But what are you doing up at 3:29 in the morning?
ReplyDeleteIn the endless blue,
ReplyDeleteGod is brushing angels' hair.
I watch in wonder.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI find these words humbling, especially the notion of carrying 'sadness with ineffable grace'.
ReplyDeleteOh that we could.
Yeah, I could use some of that.
ReplyDeleteThe inability to express emotions with words ... necessitates new, sometimes better, ways of communicating love. Thanks for your poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd grace carries us in times of ineffable sadness. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletethis poem is really pretty
ReplyDeleteWhat a profound thought! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteabove the clouds
ReplyDeletewe soar
carrying hope
with ineffable grace
I love this imagery. The sky is so much bigger than the clouds it holds, and we are so much more than our sadness, though sometimes the sadness is overwhelming...
ReplyDeleteYour poem really touched me.
how is it that we are both writing poems about sadness and grace on the same day? i'll post mine when done.
ReplyDeleteEven sadness imparts grace.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately the sky in these parts allows the clouds to piss all over my head, perhaps it's still too young.
ReplyDeletehow true is that?
ReplyDeletei so enjoy visiting here.
ay yi yi. i have a lot of sadness and it isn't always this pretty. i sure wish it was.
ReplyDeleteThis carries strength even as He carries us ... thank you for your comment today ... and grace, grace be unto you
ReplyDeleteLovely! Thank you, Kass.
ReplyDeleteLove the sounds created in this poem as well. Sadness is assuaged by grace.
ReplyDeleteALESA - Love your haiku.
ReplyDeleteJAN - I have intermittant insomnia, but now that I'm in Southern Utah (Kanab) at an Earth Fest Concert, I'm sleeping the sleep of the dead. The desert does that to me.
PJ - That haiku is utterly beautiful.
STEVE, ELISABETH, RUSSELL, JULIE, GLYNN, NANCY and DUANE- Thank you so much.
TAG - That is so true too.
HELEN - Thank you so much.
STANDING - I look forward to your poem.
MAUREEN - So true. There are so many aspects to grace.
ERYL - The sky's being young. Love that concept.
SE'LAH - Thanks.
DROLLGIRL - Not always pretty, except in retrospect and with distance.
SUSAN - Thank you so much for the link to Bridget.
PAUL - Yes, poetry is all about sounds.
Okay, I'll just admit I had to look up ineffable and I am so glad I did... I say I am incapable of words so often... but now I have another way to say it.
ReplyDeleteYour sweet poem carries such significance for me these days... beautifully written!
So wise, deep and intuitive.
ReplyDelete“Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. And this is all life really means.” ~Robert Louis Stevenson
ReplyDeleteAs the clouds in the sky – sadness comes and goes; sometimes we need the clouds to appreciate the blue.
Hope your sadness clears soon!
loveNlight
Gabi
Praying for you today that you will be blessed with sunshine, both literal and figurative and that you will hear God whispering to you all day. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteI perfectly agree
ReplyDeleteeven if it's easy to see
how impeccable the sky is,
not like me.
Loved this picture! Love those words more.
ReplyDeleteVICKY - I'm glad the poem carried you to the dictionary. Love your honesty. Love words too. So much.
ReplyDeletePOETIC - Thanks.
GABI - I adore that quote. Your 3 lines were also very poetic. Thanks for your concern about my sadness, but it's not a fleeting thing. I was talking about the kind of world-sadness that we all carry - part of the human condition. Facing mortality, life circumstances. It's how we carry those things in our countenance that can have a graceful beauty or make us ugly.
TRICIA - ditto what I said to GABI.
TOMMASO - A very poetic response - and so true.
BILLY - Thanks for liking both.
Thank God for the size of the sky.
ReplyDeleteAnd like a cloud your poem was lovely just to look at and soak up every little detail.
ReplyDeleteHow are you, Kass?
ReplyDeleteClouds are wonderful - always worth the attention you're willing to give them.
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