THE ECLIPSE...

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"Deep calleth unto deep", is the response of one of my readers of this poem. This poem addresses sadness admission. It tells the reader that it is okay to admit sadness. It gives examples of hurting people. Finally, it gives suggestions on how to approach the sadness of others.

Submitted: January 08, 2012

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I'm so sad. I can't seem to get past the eclipse that has become my current life. Where are the sun, moon, and stars?  I have become emerged in the darkness. Why am I ashamed to admit it?  Why is it wrong to admit it? Why? Because of the judgment of others. The ones who think you are seeking sympathy by admitting it. Why? Because someone will take it upon themselves to try to inflict painful false hope, that only makes them feel better while they think they are helping you. Why?  Because it is imperative for one to actively seek happiness and liberty.

 

Why is it that only the good things in life are released in the spoken word. The sad things must be repressed and hidden in the unspoken word. One must bare one's burdens alone. One is considered strong in one's silence, and weak if unsilent.

 

What happens to the individual that has actively sought happiness, liberty, and success, and yet death, disease, and circumstances of life have befallen them?  Why can't that individual say I am sad with the spoken word, and still be respected as the strong, enlightened, and capable individual that they are?

 

Why can't people in general embrace the gray colors or the colors of the rainbow instead of only black and white? When Job suffered his friends came to him to comfort him. Job's sufferings were so great that the friends were silent for 7 days. Then with the spoken word, they began stating with their own intellect why he was in the condition he was in. They spoke with their words of human reason from their own perspectives and judgments. Mankind/Womankind usually do not reason with the perspective, that by the grace of God, they too, could be in that same difficult place by no fault of their own. Why can't people embrace the difficulties of another by their perspective and not their own?

 

People actively seek happiness and liberty when their son and brother is killed in a car wreck, and they only want to die as well. A mother of a cancer victim visits her son's grave more often than some think she should, a young widow remarries and yet the grief and pain remains, while others think she has moved on. A victim of divorce has difficulty accepting that they must go on when each day is more difficult than the day before. A victim of abuse and violence has trouble being normal. A son or daughter shares the difficult truth that they have been living a duel lifestyle should it be drugs, sexual orientation, or some other painful truth to expose. A loving lifetime couple receives news of cancer. A woman lives through breast cancer. A father, mother, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin, husband, wife, friend, or child dies. A job loss, a fire or some other loss of belongings, a disconnection from loved ones, the cares and troubles of life are endless.

 

I implore that all of us embrace the darkness. Both those who are in the eclipse and those who are watching. Do not use human reasoning and intellect to speak your opinions from your own perspectives. Do not inflict that kind of pain on the hurting, and force them to politely listen to you, while you walk away with personal satisfaction and self appeasement. The hurting individual is actually the more enlightened one of the situation.

 

I implore to those who are watching the eclipse, to know this has not happened to you, no matter how much empathy you own. Make no judgment.  Ask the individual what could be helpful to them. Don't assume that you know more than they do.  Just love.

 


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