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"Morning Mourning Thoughts" a poem by Daniel A. Popovich

Updated: Jan 24

I wake up from my bed Dear Lord


And make my way to the


Kitchen where the coffee pot


Awaits the water fah


The brew that stimulates my brain


To follow suit and start


To generate ideas that


I can turn into art


Not masterpieces mind you


Just pleasant fun and clean


Some words all strung together


To warm up this "machine"


That thinks and plans and worries


'Bout what the day will bring


The days can run together


Like all too f'miliar things


If I don't stop and appreciate


The precious gift of this


Moment that I've got to share


With others who may wish


Their circumstances more tolerable


Than they may find them now


Whose hearts they may be breaking


It matters to know how


To deal with all the pains


Of body, soul and mind


When misfortune seems to reign


Just when you need to find


Oh when will all be right


Just give a hopeful word


Something like the voice of kindness


Echo and be heard


Your space oh yes you need it


To rest and think and heal


You have the right to question


You have the right to feel


All comfort to you blessed one


No one can comprehend


We've all got our own circumstances


We just need space to mend


Un-bothered by the know-it-alls


Un-pestered by the tools


That think we cannot cope and deal


Without the words of fools


Light will come when day breaks


Dark will come at night


Life comes to the weary soul


Rest to those that might


Need a place to curl up


Sob and shed a tear


Mourning is a blessed thing


That no one need to fear


Jesus cried in public


Amazing to a lot


Of people that were hardened


And had so long forgot


That people are meant to


Love and laugh and live


And ultimately to "rise again"


And learn to just forgive


Pain it comes to all of us


Fortunate are we


When we're in the company


Of the Blessed Trinity


Oh Father, Son and Spirit


Comfort my friend in need


I know You won't abandon


Our friend that hurts indeed


You too know what it is


To suffer Dearest One


To deal with loss and 'bandonment


And eclipsing of the Sun


I know my words they've run on


The Light it will bring peace


Life will reunite us all


Strife it will all cease














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