Suffering – A Poem

His death, the snow continues to fall,
His death, the bass continues to swim,

His or her death, the flowers continue to bloom,

The world takes no notice,

Of the lost or the bereaved.

Birds sing, clouds roll, seasons change,

Suffering goes unheard,

Tears fall unnoticed,

Hearts rend – unseen,

By all, but One.

The tapestry continues,

The shuttle flies,

Threads cut, tied, and placed.

The Artist pulls tight on each living thread,

Adjusts them for light, color, and design,

The tautness pains but is needed.

Crimson red of martyrs,

Illness, dark brown,

Cancer, black,

Purple those never born into light,

Yellow those never fed,

Green – old with age,

Grey ones with self-wielding shears,

Orange the glow of fiery war,

Blue – those died as slaves,

The loom continues,

The shuttle weaves,

For all to see,

At the end of days.

If you liked this poem, my new book of poetry, The Last Dragon and Other Poems is available now. This poem is not in the book but will be in the next one!

Check out his ongoing memoir about life with his special-needs daughter.

If you’d like to make a donation to help get this book about Catherine completed, our family would greatly appreciate that and you’ll be the first to know when it’s ready.

God bless you – Jim Hahn



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