At An All Souls' Service Poem by Glen Kappy
At An All Souls' Service
They're in the eyes of others—
why not tears from me?
For kindness and for joy
the ducts flow freely—
for occasions such as this
the drops are none or stingy.
I have sobbed in grief with no control
but these events have happened rarely.
I search—is there a defect or a lack?
I am in this unto myself a mystery.
Perhaps some things go deeper than tears can relieve- -sometimes we go deep inside ourselves and ponder things and wish for the emotional release tears would give us. God talks to us in a myriad of ways, our souls seem to hear Him in a variety of ways. Intriguing poem here and very revealing and honest. Well shared.
hey, susan! thanks for reading the poem and your encouraging words. yes, God speaks in a myriad of ways. one thing i'm sure about from learned experience is that we grieve in different ways. good to hear from you. -glen
Well, I guess you can't shed tears without emotion, and if you did they'd be crocodile tears. But as the Apostle Paul said, Let us not sorrow on as the rest do who have no hope... We have hope, the resurrection hope, so why sorrow?
thank you for your reading and comment, laurie. as it happened—just yesterday—i was surrounded by other christians. i wonder if it's something about being a man in our culture. but i have only one memory of my father asking me to stop crying—when i couldn't get out what had troubled me. but the attitude that men don't cry was all around me. but i can't recall on this a specific memory. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yoir awareness that this event is one of the grreatest pathos is what is important. Teard are an outside sign ifmthis awareness and wjhen tears well up inside, we kniw we are connected to the siurce of simethjng larger than ourselfs, Yoi fully embrace and are embraced by this pathos. But you want to feel snd give even more of yoirself at this sacred miment. I thjunk you alresdt have. Derspite the bsence of actisl trsrd. (Sirru fir thr tyoid - my glsses are broken and I can barely see these tiuny lettrs)