Strange Tears

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TJ:  Welcome to TJ’s Household Haiku challenge. The prompt words for this week are “Strange and Tears”.  Respond if you would like to either the picture or the prompt and leave a link in the comments section.

Jael’s note to readers:  As I regain strength, I’m hustling to catch up with prompts, posting—but be assured, I will strive next to get caught up with reading YOUR posts.  My “regulars” know I’m fairly conscientious about the “mutual” aspect of blogging, and that I’m not ignoring you.  Trying to get over this summer “bug” that attacked with a frenzy…coughing jags; must be the Nat Geo Shark programs I’ve been watching as I lay on the couch, all achy and sans my usual sense of humor 🙂

Strange unscheduled tears

Uninvited hostile grief

Tsunami rips through

Rioting ‘mid fiesta

My dress is drenched, quite ruined

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

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Buried Between Poem & Stone

They bury her between lines

Of poetry which will burst into

Flame on full moon nights,

Send up showered sparks;

Red-tipped stars like Pele’s

Fiery passion that melts

September’s sapphire fog,

Leaves salt pools, aloha tears…

They bury her ‘mid surrounding

Stones to protect her soul from

Wandering…flinty spirited rocks,

They sprout wildflower shoots

And bashful blue forget-me-nots.

When next brief summer storm

Breaks cerulean sky, those with

Ears attuned detect voice in

Heaven’s rain-soaked wind:

“Buried, but now she’s Home”.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bury/

Image:  Hawaiian Cemetery, Public Domain

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Tears In a Bottle

Lord,

You save my tears in a bottle*,

They are important to You.

Even when I was unaware,

You’ve been present for my

Seasons of sorrow, days

Of tossing, wanderings.

I need no answer to “why” You

Don’t prevent small unkindness, nor

Wounds from cruel words, deceits,

Egregious acts, vicious betrayals.

I’m old enough in faith that such questions

Matter less than they once did; for I’m

Secure and certain about Who You Are,

And who I am “in Christ”.

It is sufficient to know I’m

Your beloved daughter—

No longer an outcast;

That for now, I see as through

A glass darkly—because Faith

Itself is an exquisite mystery.

Your love is sweeter than any

Earthly nectar…perhaps when

We meet at last You will pour

From that bottle of my tears, and

I will taste, discover the flavor sublime.

For the distillation will be complete:

All pain from the tears gone,

Only glory’s eternal joy remaining ~

Oh Father, that happy day.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

*New Living Translation
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.  Psalm 56:8

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bottle/

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