mater dolorosa
There are wounds that never heal,
and worst of all are heart wounds
that must bleed forever most profusely
until the frail heart has wasted all
and broken up in pieces of her scattered sorrows.
Heart wounds do not bleed themselves to death
but rather cry out their indulgent inundation
until that poor heart, the tender fountain, is dried out
and cannot keep on crying out the tears of blood
since they have drowned and dried up
in her wasting devastating pain and sorrow.
So if you meet with a mother who can shed no tears,
forbear with her, because she has been crying
all her life and only tears of blood and has none left to cry
since she is only waiting for her heart
to finally break up in mercy.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 12:13
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167. The bleeding heart
There are wounds that never heal,
and worst of all are heart wounds
that must bleed forever most profusely
until the frail heart has wasted all
and broken up in pieces of her scattered sorrows.
Heart wounds do not bleed themselves to death
but rather cry out their indulgent inundation
until that poor heart, the tender fountain, is dried out
and cannot keep on crying out the tears of blood
since they have drowned and dried up
in her wasting devastating pain and sorrow.
So if you meet with a mother who can shed no tears,
forbear with her, because she has been crying
all her life and only tears of blood and has none left to cry
since she is only waiting for her heart
to finally break up in mercy.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 946 times
Written on 2006-09-02 at 12:13
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