I Grieve For All Poem by Barry Middleton
I Grieve For All
I grieve for myself
but in that grief
I grieve for the world
I grieve for those
who struggle with bonds
who struggle with pain
I weep for those
who have no home
for those who wander
I see the hopelessness
and the oppression
of the invisible cage
my eyes burn
in the toxic smoke
that poisons children
I grieve tyranny
insatiable avarice
and abuse of power
I await freedom
like a bird in winter
seeking the way home
By grace of maturity our personal grief and self-pity are transformed to broad sympahty. Through our own predicament, we sense everyone's predicament of mortality. I have noticed this by listening to sighs of kind-hearted old people. The broad sympathies expressed by your poem reminds me of a passage from the Bible (Romans: 8) : (22) we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. (23) And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body. (24) For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? (25) But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. (26) Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered...
Yes, the world is full of pain and grief. It is a shame that humans do not have more empathy and sympathy. Thank you for the comment.
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5/13/2024 11:19:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written it is the poets lot to observe and grieve I know the place in the picture
Thanks Paul. I have been told that much of my poetry is quite dark but then much or reality is quite dark. I just let my mood guide me. I don't know the place in the picture but it reminds me of places in Florida that I associate with primal struggles.