There is a cry in my heart
What’s happened to this generation of ours?
Why all this indifference in young adults?
What example are giving to our teenagers?
Why do we forsake our precious genitors?

There is a weeping in my heart
We are just so utterly self centered
Not wanting to leave our comfort zones
Making resolutions for the end of lockdown
But will we indeed have the compassion?

There’s an incomprehensible ache in my heart
Tears of agony wake me up nightly
Believing I feel just a tiny part
Of our Savior’s heart for the lost
When will we feel the Lord’s heartbeat?

I have no desire to be too contrarian
But it's time for humanity to go

                      vegetarian

dear MUM,

it takes me being a MOM to truly understand
and I love you

if these walls speak,
they will tell of silent tears,
cried when you are at work

He wasn't my husband to be,
wasn't my husband not to be. . .
he was a lonesome lover of lover.
He did not have a father.
& here I am years later,
wandering if he had believed all those years later,
he had had that one jailer as a father.

His father today brings bee nests,
to my ears,
and he believes he sees now his Woman,
me through the eyes of a Poppet,
or him through the eyes of his glory self.

Rest.In.Peace.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden