25 May 2019

Cruelty is the point





Another child died in custody
A brown babe looked upon distrustfully

Demonizing refugees crudely
The point is unrelenting cruelty
Ripping babies from their mothers’ arms
Locking them in cages, increasing harm
Gassing caravans to stem the flow
Of families fleeing tyranny’s woe
Tell soldiers to use lethal force
Hoping they’ll kill those caravans, of course
Look upon Liberty’s abject shame
You’re seeking asylum? J’acuse! We blame

© 25 May 2019, by D. Denise Dianaty
Original Infographic created c.2016, by D. Denise Dianaty


03 May 2019

No… Democrats and Republicans are NOT the same.

So… you say yet again, “It’s not just the GOP. It seems almost all our lawmakers are way, way out of touch. The very real fact that all of us often struggle for basic needs means they’re [all] failing us. Near the top of the list of things I hate, is articles… that highlight the fact that the [offending person] is a Republican, as if to intimate that the Democratic solution is better. All it does [is]… create a false narrative for the purpose of getting votes.”
You could — perhaps — have comfortably made that argument 25 years ago — or, for the very generous of heart, maybe even 15 years ago. And then we could have discussed how both parties needed improvement.

However, I’m sorry, today it is NOT a “false narrative” that Republicans keep espousing repugnant ideas and working to ensconce those ideas in official policy. We have watched the GOP, for at least the last quarter century, descend ever more rapidly into our current nightmarish authoritarian extremism. Not only do the worst of them spew vile and hateful rhetoric, when they do, their Republican peers don’t do anything about it. Democrats are constantly accused of the “circular firing squad” for speaking and acting to hold peers to the higher standard. While, just as an example — yet again — the GOP primaries an actual card-carrying nazi in Arthur Jones, elected blatant racist Steve King, and are right now again primarying pedophile Roy Moore.

Former House Speaker, Paul Ryan actually said of his desire to gut Medicaid, “We’ve been dreaming of this since I’ve been around,” Ryan says, before interrupting himself to clarify exactly how big of an opportunity this is, “since you and I were drinking out of kegs.” Mitch McConnell is right now gutting Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid programs. The GOP has been waging war against America’s middle class and working poor since before the Reagan era with singleminded devotion to enriching the mega corporations and the wealth class. Even in Bill Clinton’s day, the GOP controlled Congress, and rammed through their agenda against America’s middle class and poor. The GOP’s patriotic religiosity and misogyny will settle for nothing less than the systematic tearing down of our constitutional democratic republic, creating a nightmare Handmaid’s Tale-like society by imposing their vision of a Dominionist theocratic corporate feudal state. We’re three fourths there already.

No one is saying Democrats are without faults, but they hold a clear moral high ground. It’s worse than a mere false equivalency to conclude that Republicans and Democrats are not different in their intent — it is a baldfaced, perfidious LIE. Democrats have often been ineffectual, but the overarching intent, since at least the time of LBJ, has been increasingly progressive and more inclusive. In that same span, the GOP has become increasingly fear mongering and divisive and exclusionary. It has been the GOP’s calculated arch strategy; it is known and has a name — “Nixon’s Southern Strategy.” The GOP continues to hone the stratagem for maximum fear mongering and divisiveness through patriotic religiosity to disenfranchise — nay, to oppress — as many non-GOP voters as possible.

Articles like the ones you so often decry highlight the fact that the person is a Republican because, for more than half a century, the GOP increasingly emboldens and embraces repugnant ideals. They create policies predicated upon stances that would have us believe that women are so morally and constitutionally weak that we mustn’t even be permitted the dignity of personhood that comes with autonomy over our own bodies; minorities and people of color (POC) aren’t American enough to freely vote; POC are inherently criminal in all they do and are a threat while living in spaces white privilege deems its own; all religion not their Christianish ideal is evil; and, the very existence of our LGBTQ Americans is a stain upon and dire threat to the nation’s very soul.

The GOP and Democrats are completely divergent on every issue
The GOP is exclusionary. The GOP denies climate change; disbelieves fact and science; is anti-intellectual; devalues education; and promotes regressivism. Twitter says their algorithm cannot distinguish between Republican and Alt-Right accounts. Misogyny and sexism are core values of the GOP. Racism and xenophobia are key pillars of GOP control over their base. Demonizing the LGBTQ and criminalizing women’s control over our own reproductive rights is integral to fomenting anger in the GOP base. Suppressing voting rights and access is the only way the GOP can cling to power. The GOP has been waging war against America’s middle class and poor for at least the last forty years, since the Reagan era. The GOP is fighting to take away our healthcare because they seem to believe healthcare is a privilege only for those who can afford it. The GOP only care about the corporations and the wealth class.

The GOP has become completely divergent from our constitutional democratic system. They are NOT part of our system any longer. They are destroying our system. It is calculated and systematic.
Democrats are inclusive. Democrats know climate change is real and immediate; embraces fact and science and intellect; they value education; and they promote progressivism. Democrats challenge misogyny and sexism. Democrats try to recognize past errors and work to reverse the impacts of institutionalized racism and xenophobia. Democrats believe ALL PEOPLE deserve the right to control their own bodies and to choose who they will be and who they will love. Democrats are fighting voter suppression and working to increase voter access. Democrats believe healthcare is a human right. Democrats care about all Americans.

No… Democrats and Republicans are NOT the same.
This link is a collection of actual things Republicans have said about women https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10207849909589262&type=3


04 March 2019

Hope Unbounded – #LovePoem




Hope UnboundedA barren, frigid cold gripped my heart.
Warmth lay far beyond my hopes.
My soul repeated a tragic refrain
of a heart like a denuded forest.
I followed the loneliest dance,
ever and always out of step…
again and again, twirled and whirled…
abandoned to the wasting cold.
I watched alone without hope of love
through the frigid fractals of despair
until that one shining gaze
from your laughing ebony eyes
melted the hyperborean grip.
A whispered kiss warmed my heart.
A fragile blossom opened in the snow.
In joy unbounded blooms our love.
Like breath upon the dandelion puff,
our love’s seed bears hope unbounded.
© February 14, 2019, by D. Denise Dianaty

19 December 2018

Tragic Child – A #Paranormal #Christmas #Ghost Story

From inside the stopped car, three voices sang in harmony as a lullaby, 
“… radiance bee-eams from heaven above. 
Heavenly ho-osts sing hallelujah. 
Christ our Savior is bo-orn. 
Chri-ist our Savior is born.” 

The voices fell silent. A whisper came from the front seat as the man in the driver’s seat turned and asked, “Has Lara dropped off, Ulysses?” The little girl was strapped into her booster seat behind the front passenger, hugging The Velveteen Rabbit, with it’s Christmas bow still pressed on the top corner of the cover. The chubby tween, sitting close to his sleeping sister for warmth, smiled and nodded, rubbing his gloved hands together.

The woman in the front passenger seat smiled, reaching back to pull the blanket more snuggly around both children. She pulled the voluminous overcoat covering she and her husband more tightly around them and pressed closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Kissing top of her head, he rested his on hers, cushioned against her jet black hair. He smiled when she gave a friendly wave to the patrolman passing their car on the way back to his cruiser; the patrolman waved back with a friendly smile. Half an hour ago, he had stopped at their car, as he had done all the stopped cars lined up, to tell them the city workmen were hand-spreading de-icing chemicals on the hill because it was too steep for the sand trucks to handle, and that the road would be clearing in about an hour.

The man spoke softly, with laughter in his voice, “Mihra, I’ll get jealous if you keep flirting with Officer Polk.”

“You? Never.” She responded with gentle teasing in her heavily accented and musical voice, “Carter, you know nothing of how to be jealous.” They pressed even closer together.

Ulysses whispered with sleepy approval, “Papa, you should hear mama… She always tells people how great you are.”

“Hush Uly!” Mihra admonished, with a hushed laugh. “You give papa a head too much too big.”

The tween’s chortle was muffled as he snuggled back and pulled the blanket up around his jaw. His eyes closed and he too finally dozed off next to Lara.

When he was sure both backseat passengers were asleep, Carter lifted Mihra’s face and kissed her gently, with a contented sigh. The snowfall finally petered out. The lights set up for the workmen brightly illuminated the workers toiling on the rising hill of the road before them. The couple watched the scene drowsily for several more minutes.

Suddenly, a cacophony of horns and shouts rose over the hill. A big rig hove into view at the top of the rise and started down the hill, the driver ignoring troopers and workmen trying to wave him off. As soon as the rig topped the hill, it began sliding and turning sideways, before beginning to roll helter-skelter downhill, over parked cars ahead. Workmen scattered, diving out of its path.

Carter stretched behind him trying to release Lara from her booster seat. At the same time, Mihra wrenched Carter’s seatbelt unbuckled as she reached across, flinging his door open and shoving him out. Hitting the release on her own seatbelt, she jumped to her knees and reached over her seat to do the same to her sleeping baby girl with Ulysses’ help, as Carter flung back car door open. Mihra shoved them both out the door as Carter pulled. Then, he flung them behind him and reached for Mihra. But, she waved him away and started out her own door. Her screams stopped as the semi-truck rolled on, dragging the crushed wreck of the car, Mirha’s twisted corpse dragging half out the mangled, open passenger side. Officer Polk and several road workers clung desperately to Carter and Ulysses who surged toward the wreck. Everyone was flung off their feet when the big rig exploded. Carter clutched Ulysses close, shattered by searing screams but hearing only the feral howling of his son. Officer Polk rushed to help one of the workers and stumbled over little Lara’s book, almost completely unscathed where it had fallen.


Two Years Later…
Bright sunshine pierced the late afternoon gloom of the small, cozy front room. The little girl at the window glowed in the beam of light that fell across her. Her jet black sheath of hair glittered blue in the light. The sunlight split into beams as it haloed around her, unpleasantly illuminating the sagging, dusty Christmas tree with obviously old, unopened gifts beneath it. An overstuffed wing chair and cluttered table sat next to the hearth. Next to the chair, a low, cozy fire danced behind the grate in the fireplace. The child pressed her nose against the clear, broad pane of glass in the center of the picture window seat where she knelt, looking out. She sighed in a forlorn way, watching her father shoveling snow, up onto the waist-high walls of packed snow already lining the walkway.

Her brother came crashing raucously into the house from school. His dark hair was an unkempt, shoulder-length mess with its multi-colored streaks dyed haphazardly through it. Throwing his backpack at the corner of the window seat, he shrugged off his jacket and scarf and hung them aggressively on a peg next to the door. He crossed the room and knelt briefly on the seat, almost on top of his sister. The prothesis extending from his knee thunked roundly against the hollow base of the window seat. He glared at his father who had finished shoveling snow and was standing at the end of the walk. He was wistfully watching neighborhood children at play as he collected the mail. The tall, lanky teen’s face wore a perpetual grimace as he watched his father outside.

Lara smiled and greeted him with her soft, lilting voice, “Uly, Uly, Uly. Play with me, Uly!” Ulysses said nothing.

The fog from Ulysses breath on the windowpane clouded Lara’s view. Ulysses turned and sat with a huff, fiddling with his prosthesis. He turned back to the window, watching Carter trudge disconsolately up the walk, seeming increasingly weighted with each step up to the porch. Ulysses stood abruptly and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

Reading registration forms for the clinic the orthopedic surgeon had promised to mail him, Carter stopped, unable to lift his damaged leg the last step onto the porch. The hinge mechanism at his knee had locked, as it often did in the cold. Struggling with it, he thought how the surgery promised to release him from the cage around his leg. For a moment, he imagined the joy of training and running marathons again… He hated himself for even imagining happiness without Mihra. Carter violently crumpled the papers and tossed them aside. He angrily slammed the palm of his hand against the hinge, wrenching it back to functionality, then continued into the house.


Letting Go…
Ulysses came back into the living room to find his father reading to Lara again. She sat there, wreathed in light, happily beaming up at her father. Angry tears sprang to his eyes. Ulysses couldn’t stand it any longer. “Stop it! It’s been two years!”

Ulysses angrily stomped over and stepped between them and sunset’s light streaming through the big picture window. Lara vanished and Carter cried out and sank his head into his hands, sobbing. Letting go of his anger, Ulysses levered himself to his knees. He and Carter held each other and Ulysses sobbed with his father. Carter leaned back and met his son’s stricken expression. He looked at the children’s book in his lap. The velveteen of the rabbit on the cover was worn bare and the Christmas bow adhering to the top corner was crushed, faded and tattered. Carter knew what he needed to do. He reached out with the book toward the fire. Ulysses stopped his hand. He met his father’s eyes, but innately knew this was the way to free Lara. Carter patted his son’s trembling hand, then together they placed the book reverently on the fire.

Smoke rose from the book’s curling pages… They heard music… the strains of Silent Night. They turned toward the sound coming from near the Christmas tree – now fresh and new. There, glowing golden in the last light from the sunset through the window, stood Mihra with Lara’s hand in hers. Love radiated from them both. Mihra crossed the room and brushed Carter’s lips with a smiling kiss that was like a soft, warm breeze. She brushed a glowing hand caressingly along Ulysses’ cheek. He thought he could feel her glow as a warmth his heart had not felt these last two years. As Mihra and Lara faded from view, something fluttered to floor. Ulysses picked it up and handed it to Carter. Carter wept again, smiling as he opened the pristine, uncrumpled forms for the clinic, as the last strains of Silent Night faded to silence.

21 November 2018

Little Ebony – A Persian Children’s Folk Tale

This is a favorite story from my husband’s childhood, often told to him by his mother and grandmother in his native language of Farsi, the native Persian language of Iran. He translated it from his childhood memories, and I served as typist and English-language editor, as well as illustrator for him.



















c. 1992 – Translated from Farsi, by memory by Hamid Dianaty. English-language editor, D. Denise Dianaty. Illustrated by D. Denise Dianaty. Illustrations in ink and colored pencil. Scans from laminated originals.

10 November 2018

Why Am I Alone

We are One, together…

We have slept long in the heart of this sun. Look here… we have left our imprint behind.

The wanderers have changed much while we slept. The fourth has died. It is destroyed… become naught but asteroids.

But, the third lives. It has a sweet smell. See how quickly it changes! Look how blue it has become.

We have seen new wanderers before. But, this one… this “planet” is different. Shall we watch it evolve?

We shall. This little blue planet amuses us. It is so volatile.


[Eons pass…]
The beasts are so many now.

They are separate… alone. We are One, together.

We are amazed at the variety… at the scale of them.

They are primal. They are separate… alone. We sense no intellect. We are One, together.


[Eons pass…]
The small rogue wanderer devastated the blue planet.

Fire and cold will leave the third dead, like the fourth.

No… See, the atmosphere clears. The blue planet is cold, but lives. Life begins again. There are small creatures there now.

They are separate… alone. We are One, together.

We will watch them. They are small, but sturdy. They are suited to the cold.

They are insignificant, with no intellect. We are One, together.

We are delighted by them.

There is a singularity at the heart of this galaxy. Shall we take it’s path?

Not yet. Let us watch the blue planet a while longer.

We have watched long enough.

New, more adaptable creatures are spreading across its surface. They suffer great loss, yet begin again. We are intrigued by them. Let us stay for now.

Very well. We are One, together.


[Eons pass…]
Again and again they begin… each time more wondrous than the last. The creatures are so varied now. Such beauty and song lives on the blue planet.

See there? A new star is emerging. let us dance in its embrace.

These humans evolve so quickly… Already, they have souls.

They are separate… alone.

They are new.

They are incomplete… in solitude.

Let us remember solitude.

We remember…


[Eons pass…]
Hear… What begins now? These two humans answer the call. They are soulmates.

No. See… they turn away from the call. They will not be One.

They must learn, as we did.

The solar winds beckon. Let us answer.

Stay… The humans wander their planet.

[Eons pass…]
Still, they are separate… alone. They are not “We.”

They must learn… as we did. They learn each time they begin again. But, they have no teachers.

They are separate…alone. They do not matter.

All living creatures and things matter.

They are insignificant. The blue planet thaws and the changes and destroy them.

We mourn them. But, look… some few survive.

[Eons pass…]
They begin again. We remember beginning… alone… frightened.

We travel the winds between the stars. We have slept at the heart of nebulae while stars were born around us. We have been One, together since before the blue planet existed.

We were once like them.

We are One, together. We are not like them.

They are alive and fragile.

They are not We.

We can help them.

They cannot be we.

We remember our teachers. We can teach them.

They have no understanding. They are insignificant.

We can teach them, as we were taught.

They are not We.

We remember fear and loneliness.

We are never afraid. We do not know loneliness because We are One, together.

We were not always “we.” We remember before We were One, together… We were separate… alone.

We traverse the singularity’s path.

We remember a path… lost and alone when We were separate… alone.

We are One, together. We are never alone.

We were like them. We remember.

[Eons pass…]
Look at the myriad ways the humans live now. They change the face of the blue planet to be alone together.

Let us leave this blue planet. These humans… They are insignificant. What do they know of reh falling ride down a wormhole? They do not matter.

Look upon them! They have no one to teach them! They suffer, yet do not cease to strive. They are separate and alone, but do not cease to evolve and build ways to be ever more together.

They are insignificant. We are One, together.

We must help them! We remember beginning again and again and again. Always alone.

We do not remember.

I remember.

What have you done? Where have you gone?! I am alone! Why?! Why am I alone?

 

 
© 10 November 2018, by D. Denise Dianaty

08 October 2018

Was Christ Ever Cruel?

Making the Christ-like choices

It’s mind-bogglingly easy to discern if the choices we make… if the opinions and policies we support are in line with Christ’s teachings. Rather than relying on some manipulated words from self-interested political creatures who style themselves as leaders – modern day Pharisees and Sadducees – ask yourself, “Was Christ ever cruel?” I defy anyone to find one example anywhere of systemic cruelty from Christ! Then, ask yourself about the issue at hand, “Is this cruel?” More specifically, is this choice, idea, opinion, or policy cruel?” 

No one believes kindness is wrong. We all believe cruelty is evil. It doesn’t matter what decision… It doesn’t matter which choice… It doesn’t matter what kind of ideology… It doesn’t matter which religion or if there’s a lack of religion… It doesn’t matter if your left leaning or right leaning. It doesn’t matter whether your Republican or Democrat or Green Party or Libertarian or Socialist or Independent. It doesn’t matter if your conservative or unaffiliated or liberal or progressive. None of it matters when making a choice – any choice… any decision… any policy.

It’s a very clear litmus test: Is this cruel? Ask the question when the choice is presented. Ask the question when the choice is decided. Is this cruel? If the answer is yes, then the choice and the decision are wrong.

Is it cruel? It is that simple.

There are ample verses of the words of Jesus and of Scriptures in the New Testament guiding us as Followers of Christ. The guidance is there for all to read – it’s clear and undeniable. It comes down to one word – that word is “LOVE.” So, ask yourself another question, “Does this choice express Christ’s love?


Following are some of those passages of New Testament Scriptures:

CEB Markk 12:28 “…Which commandment is the most important of all?” 29 Jesus replied, "The most important one is… Our God is the one Lord, 30 and you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your being, with all your mind, and with all your strength. 31 The second is this, You will love your neighbor as yourself. No other commandment is greater than these."

John 14:15 [Jesus said] “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. 20…you will know that I am in my Father, you are in me, and I am in you. 21 Whoever has my commandments and keeps them loves me. Whoever loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them."

John 15:10 [Jesus said] "If you keep my commandments, you will remain in my love, just as I kept my Father’s commandments and remain in his love. 11 I have said these things to you so that my joy will be in you and your joy will be complete. 12 This is my commandment: love each other just as I have loved you.”

Romans 12:9 Love should be shown without pretending. Hate evil, and hold on to what is good. 10 Love each other like the members of your family. Be the best at showing honor to each other. 16 Consider everyone as equal, and don't think that you're better than anyone else. Instead, associate with people who have no status. Don’t think that you're so smart… 18 If possible, to the best of your ability, live at peace with all people. 20 …If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him a drink.

Romans 13:9 The commandments, Don't commit adultery, don't murder, don't steal, don't desire what others have, and any other commandments, are all summed up in one word: You must love your neighbor as yourself. 10 Love doesn't do anything wrong to a neighbor; therefore, love is what fulfills the Law.

Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against things like this.

I Corinthians 13:4 Love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn't arrogant, 5 it isn't rude, it doesn't seek its own advantage, it isn't irritable, it doesn't keep a record of complaints, 6 it isn't happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth… 13 Now faith, hope, and love remain—these three things—and the greatest of these is love.

What they tell us

A poem of outrage

Be nice.

Be polite.

Be demure.

Be obedient.

Be compliant.

Don’t make a fuss.

Forgive and forget.
That’s just the way things are.

Make the best of it.

Don’t talk about it.

Grin and bare it.

Laugh it off.

Let it go.

Deal with it.
Shut up!

He was just a dumb kid.

He didn’t mean it that way.

You didn’t really mean “no” at the time.

Did you lead him on?

If he hadn’t been drinking, he would never have done that.

Why were you dressed like that?

What were you doing there?
If you hadn’t been there, it wouldn’t have happened.

Why didn’t you report it then?

Why are you bringing it up now?

Who put you up to this?

Why are you trying to destroy a good man?
Just shut up and take it!
© 06 October 2018, by D. Denise Dianaty

Infographics found on Twitter

What the GOP’s “yes” vote says to girls and women everywhere; and, what their base’s continued support tells us:

They tell us men are entitled to these kinds of “peccadilloes” in their youth and entitled to be protected against repercussions by their elder own no matter when women find their voice to come forward.

They tell us the GOP believes the women. They even expected this debacle to lose them the election and simply did not care. It’s more important to them to legislate their self-appointed entitlement to control our bodies. An extreme conservative majority on the Supreme Court, with Clarence Thomas (a habitual sexual harasser) & Brett Kavanaugh (a proven liar who is an accused attempted rapist and serial blackout drunken sexual abuser), will do that for generations to come.

They tell us to “Just shut up and take it!”

There was no justification for voting “yes” for a nominee who repeatedly lied to the Senate Judiciary Committee about his record in the Bush administration — he repeatedly answered with lies that could be easily disproven just by Googling them! Every “yes” vote from any senator is plainly irredeemable.

Remember:

We, women and girls, have been told all our lives not to argue… that it’s “not ladylike.” Who told us that?

We’ve all been told all our lives not to discuss politics… that it’s “not polite” conversation. Who told us that?

We women and girls have been told all our lives to “laugh it off” or “get over it.” Who told us that?
We’ve all been told all our lives it’s disrespectful to disagree with our elders — or anyone. Who told us that?

The people who told us that also said “feminism” or “liberal” or “progressive” or “democrat” were dirty words. Who told us that?

The people who told us that are the very people hammering us with their “conservative” opinions and policies. They are the very people who voted to a man AGAINST equal pay for women in 2014. They are the very people who said they will “plow right through it” and ram a nominee onto the SCOTUS who is our collective nightmare to be sure they can legislate their self-appointed entitlement to control us and our bodies!

THEY KNOW! The GOP knows she told the truth. They believe her. They believe all of us. The GOP is “plowing right through it” to ensconce every woman’s nightmare on the court. They’re doing this to legislate their own self-appointed entitlement to control our bodies — to legislate the future that will protect the perpetrators of our nightmares.

I’m sick to death of being told to hush! I’m beyond fed up with being silenced. I’m angry beyond words at the betrayal of the people who were elected to protect us!

We have survived them all our lives. We will keep surviving! We must keep fighting. We must find them in their halls of power… speak out… call them out… protest… VOTE!
We must vote BLUE as if our lives depend upon it – BECAUSE IT DOES!
Like the refrain from “Fight Song” says:“And all the words I didn’t say…
Wrecking balls inside my brain…
I will scream them loud tonight!
Can you hear my voice this time!?”

We cannot — nay — we MUST NOT allow anyone to silence us ever again! MAKE THEM HEAR US FOR ALL TIME! VOTE THEM OUT!

01 October 2018

Park Bench

I was flipping through an old sketch diary and found a line sketch of this park bench. The line sketch was made back in the Spring of 2008, in a park near my son’s preschool in Alexandria, Virginia. I had completed the bench in the original line sketch. Using the lighting set down on the bench, I finished the rest of the pencil drawing from memory, then scanned it and ran it through Pixlr. I added a rough-looking border, then overlaid the “paper” filter onto the image to give it a more textured look.
Pencil drawing completed 29 September 2018, by D. Denise Dianaty

24 September 2018

A Prayer of Mourning

From FUMC-FV
Merciful and Loving God
Surround and hold us in your Grace. 
All who mourn today beseech your loving compassion. 
Grief has come to us beyond our power to comprehend or overcome. 
We ask you to guide us and preserve us, 
Lift our hearts and let us not be overwhelmed 
Nor turn against you in our confusion and grief. 
Hold our hands, Lord, as we walk daily 
Through this veil of sadness and tragedy. 
Carry us in your Love and Mercy 
Until we come again to a place 
Where we can look forward 
And again know your Joy and Peace. 
In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ


                                                      ~Amen


by D. Denise Dianaty
© 22 September 2015