To Weep – One-bun Poem

The one-bun is an ultra-short haibun which has just one line of prose (including the title) and a (one-line) haiku.

To Weep

To weep

the sorrow of another’s suffering is to know…

a depth of joy that becomes one’s strength

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The Black Tears Of Her Soul

The Daily Post – Forlorn

The Black Tears Of Her Soul

The black tears that she cries
are from the misery her soul writhes
for she mourns not for her own woes
but for those who suffer spiritual gallows
caused by the hatred of this world’s forlorn
especially by those who have been reborn

She sobs at the injustice they have to endure
because they do not wear the facade of couture
weeps her soul for the downtrodden and lost
who are rejected and forgotten by the hearts of frost
unending is her lament for the abused, abandoned and misunderstood
the ones seen as no longer useful and discarded like deadwood

You see, this great ache in her soul is gifted by the Ancient One
a Man of sorrows and pain who came to us as the Son
for He too, was despised and has borne our grief
He was oppressed and afflicted understanding our bereave
He suffered disgrace as an offering for our atonement
that we may rise from the ashes of our defilement

She knows she is blessed to bear the anguish of His soul
for it is in this, His beauty her soul does behold

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The Great Mist’s By And By

The Great Mist's By And By

This land where I walk
is filled with a Great Mist
so much so that I can not see
where my next step will take me

I’ve been lost in this place
for a very long time
trying to find my way back
to the season of the Sun’s rising

I have been wandering for so long
that my heart no longer has a song
and my joy is now only sorrow
weeping for it to end in each new morrow

But with each new day my soul
continues to pour forth its rain
with a torment of unending pain
drowning in a flood of no reprieve

There are moments where it seems
that this Great Mist will begin to lift
so I take my next blind step
and again I begin to drift

Oh, my weary soul just wants to lay down and sleep
and never again know this seemingly unending weep
while waiting for Love to hear my piercing cry
in this land of The Great Mist’s by and by.

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