Lord Have Mercy – The Commingling of Joy and Grief

 

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Lord Have Mercy  – The Commingling of Grief and Joy

Full, bloated with beauty. A half a century plus eight years of looking up, I wonder again how the crevices, shadows, and craters, and chunks— wholly, holy cheese (a poet’s words not an astronomer’s terms)— are visible from Earth. I wondered how it seemed to have swallowed up all the light. Every glint and glimmer of the sun’s beams, transformed them into moon beams. In that blink.

The one between the set and rise, the pas deux of earth and sky.

Physicists and psalmists and poets and God knows on this one thing we can surely agree. We’ve never stop looking up at the blinding moon, man or no man.

Achingly we hold on to all it sends our way.

Night on night, the singleness of its trajectory appears to be aimed right at my broken heart.

This journey through my window pane, via crossbars in the crosshairs on a violent night here on Mother Earth. Full bloated with pain.

The explanation was Google-able. But I needed only magic and mystery. No explanation would console me, no explanation for the orb’s blinding grace would soothe me into understanding.

Radiant beauty that blinded me the night the evil rained down in Vegas was bound for Earth, a long forever, ago. And will be forever more.

Two unexplainable facts. Beauty, moving me to tears. One eye cried tears from the beautiful. One eye cried from the pain.

Lord have mercy on the ones. Whose soul windows are bloated with commingled saline tears. Blessed are the ones whose cheeks were tear stained.

The night the bullets rained down in Vegas, Lord have mercy on that night.

That night the moon refused to refuse to shine.

My eyes, my spirit, that night, as blue as a pair of full blue moons. Every once in awhile the tears run rapid down the cheeks, a race to the finish line.

The point where grief heals all wounds, mends all things, bears all things. Love.

And still.

The world is bloated.

With beauty.

One thought on “Lord Have Mercy – The Commingling of Joy and Grief

  1. Elizabeth,
    Thank you for this post. I appreciate its beauty and mystery.
    During September on TweetSpeakPoetry.com we learned to craft cinquains.
    I have written some as my way of grieving, lamenting, wondering about the shooting in LV.

    carnage
    out of the blue
    such senseless suffering
    so many lives lost, gone to soon
    bloodshed

    &

    slaughter
    shooting yet again in our land
    fear, doubt, hurt, death, puzzled
    will we ever
    know why

    &

    bloody
    and extensive
    assault on the living
    massacre raining down, killing
    our hope

    &

    deadly
    swift violence and destruction
    stealing life, shattering
    many people
    for what

    I pray for God’s comfort and healing for all those who were so tragically impacted by this horror.

    Katie

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