Karen van Wyk

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Crying out in anguish.
Flesh, and blood, and voice!
A cleansed soul left to dry!
Such searing pain, such poise.
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Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears.
Longing for the heart of her child.
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Born from the fruit of my Christian Mother.
Raised from the seed of my Father.
Grown from the salt of the Earth.
Nay, this innocent heart does not search.
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Even now, I lay still, in the silence.
Remembering her wild cries, in the dark.
Still, she calls to me.
I stay... waiting.
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In a shell of pressed paper, an old man sleeps.
His thin body trembles, from his real dream.
Woe and mercy let loose in time!
Fable.
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My father cradles me in splendid glory.
A universe of fantastic true stories.
A soul etched in stone.
His word, his glory owns.
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How odd I find these days!
Days of hidden agendas.
Days of crippling Lives.
Tho most would say,
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Days of old, days new.
Roaming along,
the waters edge.
Skipping stones from long ago!
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The Widows Cry

Crying out in anguish.
Flesh, and blood, and voice!
A cleansed soul left to dry!
Such searing pain, such poise.
Gnashing waves rise,
to salty eyes.
No mercy!
No release shall fall!
How shall she live in this wicked life?
What will become of these hollowed walls?
She cannot breathe!
She cannot fight!
All hope has faded, gone from her sight.
You! All the many you!
Know not this pain!
Her lifes mate!
How shall she bare the empty weight?
This lifeless spirit!
She bleeds dry in daily strides.
Oh, a survivor is she, to be sure.
She will rise as natural as the tides.
Tho this unseasoned shell will prevail.
It is not a happy day!
Nor a voice heard!
Love! Love!
Oh Love!
This union, this best!
All seeking, even a grain in times test.
Upon her, a world balances some hope.
Who now, shall give testament to this life?
When all is woe unto this widowed wife.

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