Wounded Soul Withdrawn

Shut Up And Go Away

Shut Up And Go Away (Photo credit: t0msk)

Oh, wounded soul withdrawn,
How faint streams the filtered light
through your dark and musty plight
striving to reach your bruised, fettered heart.

You’ve laid the boards and shuttered strong
the windows of your mortal frame
in hopes of staving off the pain
sad recounts of hopeless love imparts.

Yet in your safety shuttered in
from all the dangers known without,
You can’t escape the pain you know within;
You’ve trapped it tight inside the festered dark.

It roils within you like disease,
And eats away the joy and ease
with which you faced life ere the jarring cleave;
It’s left you vapid, cold, and vacuously stark.

And, Love that stands without and calls your name
gets no response as you sadly remain
sealed tight refusing to let the slightest hope have way;
Your once tender soul has become very tough and hard.

Oh, wounded soul withdrawn, sad and sorrowful lot,
Instead of pain, you’ve let happiness depart.

-Donald R. Sansbury, 2013


My Sad Muse (in form Shadorma)

What Hurts the Most

What Hurts the Most (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My sad muse
Hurts for all today
All deceased
All injured
For all of America
Leads on through sadness

I am moved
Prayed for all today
Grieving homes
Broken bones
For all of America
For peace and for strength

-Donald R. Sansbury, 2013

He Bore Our Grief

Great suffering Jesus!

Great suffering Jesus! (Photo credit: quinet)

He bore our grief, so why should we?
He Who formed our feeble frames
made also relief
Knowing we’d suffer pain.
He took on Himself our plight and cares
that we might cast them off,
And having cast them onto Him,
We then take up His cause.
He bore our grief, so now we His
for sinners still so lost;
As He did not rest, then neither we,
‘Til done the work of the cross.

-Donald R. Sansbury

The Sadness of Emotionless Funerals

I’m to bury a good friend Saturday. I’m sad, she was so much like my mother. Actually, I will not bury her. I will ‘officiate’ at her funeral. Probably not so in this case, but I’ve officiated at some of the most somber and emotionally sanitized events called ‘modern christian funerals’ in this new century. I personally miss some of the more honest openness with emotions I witnessed years ago. As I write this I am dealing with my own feelings relating to my dear friend’s passing. I will, of course, be the picture of  professional decorum for the sake of her family and the church I pastor as we bury one of its most treasured members.

I do consider it such an honor to be asked to participate in any loved one’s funeral. My expected role in most modern funerals is to Continue reading