I Looked Into a Dying Man's Eyes/ Mexican Day Care Tragedy
Posted: Saturday, June 06, 2009
by Ken McCreless
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Greetings Fellow Travelers ...
At times I find myself in a situation where words fail me- it's rare, of course, just ask my wife! But, there are times when words slam into me like a tsunami. This was one of those times.
I have been in this situation too many times.
I Looked Into a Dying Man's Eyes ...
He was dying, and he knew it
There was no one with him, other than me.
His wishes for no resucitation
Would be honored.
His eyes told the story his weathered hands had whispered
Of years of hard work and sacrifice
Of toil for love and family
Of great pride of service
Scars and wrinkles, wrinkles and scars
Deep blue eyes held them all
Now they look to heaven
Now they are ready to fly
For the Little Ones
My heart cannot understand the
Pain you must have felt and how
Grieving parents can continue with their
Lives when yours was so
Violently taken.
Images of a fire's monstrous touch and
Death's horrific harvest
Rob humanity once again and a
Charred winnie the pooh backpack
destroys my peace.
And yet I know that you have found
Peace, for the King, the
Prince of Peace has opened His
Mighty hand and has
Brought you home.
Still, I do not know you, nor
Do I know your names, but I can
See you as happy, Joyful, in the
Presence of the Father,
But now I weep.
Ken McCreless is just a guy who loves to write, and was born to do so. He is a freelance writer with several projects ongoing, including books and magazines. A huge fan of both irony and history, Ken has dedicated his life and his writing to serve the Lord Jesus Christ.
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More commentshi ken,excellent.heartbreaking, and so worthy of thought.a woman spoke to my aunt at my mother's funeral and introduced herself as the sister of a cancer patient.20 years ago, the cancer and aides patients were on the same wing.she told my aunt she just wanted our family to know that every day for her lunchrime, my mother(who was dying of cancer but still worked in the gi suite-my father would get her there in a wheelchair!) would sit with the dying, the ones others had cast aside (that supposedly loved them,) and she wouldn't give her name, so they all called her Mary.the world she and you live in is foreign to me, but i have so much admiration for those who can help save lives.when a was little, i used to say, "There's a job for everyone."thank you for doing yours,and i hope these words you wrote with such feeling, help heal some of the pain you must go through.my best to you,sueYour mom was truly an angel on earth, Sue.I honestly don't know how I ended up here. Sometimes I have a "waking" moment where I seem to snap out of a fog and realize what I do for a living.But, God has His purpose, right?
I enjoyed reading your poem Ken, thanks for sharing.Thank you, David, I really appreciate it.
Ken, words cannot express the beauty and power which flow from these poems. Excellently done.Blessings! TThanks, Sis. I wrote it in ten minutes. Words just exploded out.
"Scars and wrinkles, wrinkles and scars" Nice use of repetition, a technique many inexperienced writers avoid."Death's horrific harvest" nice alliteration in unique combination."Charred winnie the pooh backpackdestroys my peace." Good use of detail to describe the physical and mental.Good job overall. Me likie.Thank you, Jeff. The comments are most uplifting.
Beautifully written. Absolutely moved me to tears. It felt like I was right there in the experiences. Thank you for sharing!Thank you, Grammy. I am glad you liked it and that it had a deep meaning for you. That's everything to me.
Dear Ken, this was a moving testimony about senseless tragedy on one hand and eternal wholeness on the other side. Tragedies happen so suddenly and often in ironic ways, taking the youngest. You have expressed the sorrowful contradictions so tenderly. I cannot find the words to express well my reactions. Your depth of response and being moved to honor their lives and their survivors moves us. One outcome is to remind of the importance of doing what we can, and not holding back when others suffer.Thank you, Jane. At times it seems too much to bear.
Beautiful, Ken. So sad, so touching, so full of caring and loving. You have done a wonderful job.Thanks for sharing.SandraThank you so much, Sandra.
Ken,Such a heartwarming, tear-jerker! Thank you for sharing such passionate words and emotions with us.Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Ronyae, I appreciate it.
Hi Ken.This is a powerful poem. Emotions forming into words as if taking me into the midst of the situation, looking into the dying man's eyes and feeling the pain of the grieving parents. Well written.Blessings.Best regards,NenitaThank you so much Nenita. Your kind words and sentiment are most reassuring.
Hi Ken.I kept thinking about this poem...very powerful indeed.Best,NenitaIt is quite an honor that my work has touched you so deeply, Nenita. You have a sweet and sensitive spirit that feels the emotions of your fellow humanity. That is a bittersweet gift.
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