The evolution of suffering


“To pull and pull the rope of grief, until that coiled hill of tears
has reduced to its last drop.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

reditions of mourning

I feel like a fake in the real world,
people say I’m brave,
but am I,

In my closet of tears
my safe place,
sadness falls
around me!

I’m in the presence of angels,
guiding me,
bringing me back to life.

And deep down,
inside this dark place of sorrow
there’s something
supernatural emerging,
stirring me
into knowing.

Opening me to wonders
beyond this Earth.

Whisper by whisper,
molecule by molecule
I discover that I’m not dreaming!

I’m awakening in divine presence…

The brutality of grief
rendered me numb
for a time;
unable to speak coherently
I spoke in scribbles,
mindless meanders.

I’ve been cracked wide open                        split apart.

In the silence,
in the secret…

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  10 comments for “The evolution of suffering

  1. 09/15/2018 at 9:03 am

    soulful words from a poet Eugenia, than you for sharing, my friend gave me this book from O’Donoughe and it was the best gift of comforting words.

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    • 09/15/2018 at 9:57 am

      AllysoAlly is one of my favorite poets that I follow. She reflects so much feeling in her poetry.

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  2. 09/15/2018 at 10:04 am

    I’m the last person on mother Earth that would take an interest in poetry, especially since there seems to be an ever increasing number on the net that strongly belive
    that the definition of poetry (art) is to express their thoughts writing it down – 3 words at a time (on each line), but this time I decided to read it all.

    But this time I started to contemplate what you had written. Trying to understand the hidden desapir hiding underneath.

    Why so? And how? I really don’t know! I’ve long time ago made up my mind that religions are all a hoax invented to contrrol the masses in a day where most people believed the Earth to be flat as a pancake. Today we all know it’s not!
    An increasing number of people have started to think for themselves. The churches stand empty – at least nearly compared to their number of seats available!
    The words of a bishop or cardinal, which 1st priority on Earth seems to be abusing young boys sexually, is not good enough! We can’t seem to retain our strong beliefs in father Christmas any longer either? The time of undocumented adventures are over! Definitely! (At least in my mind!)
    If there was ever a rightous and allmighty God in our universe, he’s not doing his job!
    But the universe is ever expanding at a speed we strive to understand. So perhaps he’s lost it? Or – he’s always been an illusion created and used by smart people to scare the wits out of their fellow men? Power! Riches!

    If it looks like fish, swims like a fish and tastes like a fish, – it’s most likely a fish!!!
    In my life, there’s no God! No angels of any color. Even the devils of my childhood are all dead. Of course, they couldn’t survive the hell they themselves had created down below?! (And we really shouldn’t expect them to!?)

    Some will say that I must have a poor and terrible life? I have not! I’ve lived a long life, no large disappointmensts, trusting in myself, created a family, lots of friends, no fear and I sleep soundly through the nights. No scary dreams, no disturbing thoughts keeping me awake! Just sleep! I have long concluded that I must look out for myself.
    Nobody else will!

    I’m sorry this became rather long, but now it’s said.
    What you see, is what you get! 🙂

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    • 09/15/2018 at 10:24 am

      Your comment is interesting, Svein, and perhaps best directed to the author of the poem. With that said, you and I are on the same page with a lot of what is discussed in your comment.


  3. 09/15/2018 at 10:40 am

    A slight misunderstanding on my part then. I thougfht it was all yours, but couldn’t seem to match the despair lying between the lines. 🙂

    If you feel it has nothing to do on your blog, you may , of course, delete it at will . . .

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    • 09/15/2018 at 10:58 am

      I’m leaving your comment, Svein, because others may have your same views. I for one, agree with some of what you say but not all. IMO, we have the right to agree and respectfully disagree. I like your lines “I have long concluded that I must look out for myself. Nobody else will!”

      Man, ain’t that the truth meaning those that belong to the human race and nothing higher. In the long run, it’s the I that takes care of me, myself I.


  4. 09/15/2018 at 1:34 pm

    I think we’ve all been there from time to time. In a fog filled with grief. It’s the way of life. Into each life some rain must fall. I do believe in God though. I’m sure he’s very disappointed in many of us too.

    Have a fabulous day, Eugenia. ♥


  5. 09/15/2018 at 4:04 pm

    Poignant and encouraging too… Sharing from original post. Thanks so much for sharing it here, Eugenia.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. 09/17/2018 at 9:09 am

    A raw truthful poem on how grief grips us.. The last lines especially.. many thanks for sharing this poem with us..

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