Why have you forsaken me when I kept your name oh lord....
This was some of the callings from a soul suffering opposite to me
I've finally been admitted to hospital, I'm writing this on the 3rd day and looking at a good 4 or 5 days more
The saddest part of being here is seeing, hearing and feeling the unmistakable part of bring human
Did we all put ourselves in these positions or did we not get a choice, from passed on ignorance or a closed minded voice
Incompetence of communication within the body and mind, let's the soul drift and never ground it self over time
Ending with little empathy or conviction to be true, following only money or the dogmas left in a stew
With food for thoughts and thoughts for food, going nil by mouth all manner of neurons help you get through
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Still not got to the bottom of all this but to those who help others in times of stress or pain, are that little bit more than human. Wonderful saviours and right now my God's.... keep up the write, always appreciate your time
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(humility, is a virtue of the suffering
inequality, the moral compass
of those experiencing debilitating
pain
yet, that generosity of imagination's
empathy
is only apparent, in amongst the true
humanist's, since
their selflessness, must be so entrenched
in 'the who' of their curated identity
for them, to find the strength within
to surpass their strife
and ink words of poetic lament
and a questing prayer of hope
that goodness, despite everything
may yet prevail...)
I'm sorry if you're still in hospital, my friend
I champion the brave positivity in these words
you shared, dear Poet..
'and yes, we are each imbued
with potential for levels of deity
in our instinctive, capacity
to impact and nurture, those
we come across, in our lives..!'
Never fail to give me the words that I'd never find, always a pleasure to get a piece of your mind!
Thank you kindly my friend
For me you pose the question of how do we become compassionate human beings? And the difficult choice, at times of putting someone else's well being before our own. A wonderful, soul searching poem dear poet!
Bless that is it really as the man I felt sorry for, actually grabbed a nurses had and as I heard her say please let go, he ask why, she replied your hurting me and he just emotionless said good!
It is a juggling act to keep compassion in the heart and mind...
Thank you so much for your time
Wonderful words Dan. There are many out there who help and listen to others but we very rarely here about he good that they do, they will be there for you though.
Andy
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