Speechless Sorrow
I have read in the 'Legends of Monastic Orders, '
The great saints found ecstasy in the pain endured
For the love of their spiritual convictions.
I found no ecstasy in my pain.
I found only irredeemable gloom hanging
Over the entire air terminal.
I observed an emotional hurt so deep it spilled over,
Flooding the hearts of all who witnessed
Its dibilitatiing affect.
Our son, the father of our grandchildren, wept
With a faint, melancholy, rueful, passionate weeping
So painful to see, it was like the stabbing
Of an already lacerated heart.
Hugging his children he, with heart full
Of speechless sorrow, released his girls
To the stewardess, and with a sort of mental depletion,
Wiped his tears and sighed in liqued grief.
The children's sobs were so deep their souls seemed to break
Loose from their bodies and leak with overflowing
Through their eyes.
Quaking with repressed anguish, for our son and grandchildren,
Their grandmother and I stood in silence
As if in deep bereavement.
Upon the departure of the girls, we all stood
Together in a small group, looking out the window,
Like Christians, huddled on the Coliseum floor.
We watched as the plane disappeared from our view,
Feeling we had been eviscerated by the hungry-maddened lions
Of divorce.
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poem by Lynn W. Petty
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