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Ineffable: Too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words; Too sacred to be uttered. -------------------------–-------—------------------------------------------------------------- The whimpered cries of the dying in the rubble of Bangladeshi avarice, announcing we were worthy of life, to which we think to ourselves, agreed upon with our, a whispery, silent amen. The still alive cries of children, tornado-tormented parents screaming unfair, teachers body shielding their charges, whispering save us Lord, from your inventive toys, to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. But here comes the Oklahoma tornadoes again, now four more dead in Houston, selecting the innocent, the brave, logic in any of this, none, nonsensical at its worst to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. ~~~~~ The first I-am-alive cries of new born lungs, I have grandson, stain-less, perfect, recovering in the stainless steel delivery room, I hear the all babies in the neo-natal unit in unison pronouncing a Hebrew blessing, the Shecheyanu... (Blessed are You, Lord our God, Master of the universe, who has kept us alive and sustained us and has brought us to these special moments) to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. These unspoken poem devotions of adoration of the sleeping chamber, that cannot be heard or answered for they're dreamt and perchance in the morning thankfully recalled, enough to be transcribed, to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. Ineffable. A day, just another supplying an average day to the mass of average. Birth + Death = an average day. I thank a God for the birth of a newborn perfection On this day the newspapers report about silence of the God others pray to, could be the same deity, reporting that in his holy places, Jew spits upon Jew, Muslims usurp Christian lives, all for none, all forgetting in whose image they were created. to which we cannot say nor think anything. Ineffable. too sacred to be uttered, so instead of the paucity of these unuttered words, know that each tear in the reservoir of my eyes is my unspoken poem prayer., my amen. *Instead of answering amen out loud, wipe my eyes with your fingertips, silently.*
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Ineffable (More Tornado Prayers and Such)
Ineffable: Too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words; Too sacred to be uttered. -------------------------–-------—------------------------------------------------------------- The whimpered cries of the dying in the rubble of Bangladeshi avarice, announcing we were worthy of life, to which we think to ourselves, agreed upon with our, a whispery, silent amen. The still alive cries of children, tornado-tormented parents screaming unfair, teachers body shielding their charges, whispering save us Lord, from your inventive toys, to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. But here comes the Oklahoma tornadoes again, now four more dead in Houston, selecting the innocent, the brave, logic in any of this, none, nonsensical at its worst to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. ~~~~~ The first I-am-alive cries of new born lungs, I have grandson, stain-less, perfect, recovering in the stainless steel delivery room, I hear the all babies in the neo-natal unit in unison pronouncing a Hebrew blessing, the Shecheyanu... (Blessed are You, Lord our God, Master of the universe, who has kept us alive and sustained us and has brought us to these special moments) to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. These unspoken poem devotions of adoration of the sleeping chamber, that cannot be heard or answered for they're dreamt and perchance in the morning thankfully recalled, enough to be transcribed, to which we think to ourselves, a whispery, silent amen. Ineffable. A day, just another supplying an average day to the mass of average. Birth + Death = an average day. I thank a God for the birth of a newborn perfection On this day the newspapers report about silence of the God others pray to, could be the same deity, reporting that in his holy places, Jew spits upon Jew, Muslims usurp Christian lives, all for none, all forgetting in whose image they were created. to which we cannot say nor think anything. Ineffable. too sacred to be uttered, so instead of the paucity of these unuttered words, know that each tear in the reservoir of my eyes is my unspoken poem prayer., my amen. *Instead of answering amen out loud, wipe my eyes with your fingertips, silently.*
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
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