My Spirit Sings: When tears will not Come

My Spirit Sings: When tears will not Come: This book will bring tears. It will bring healing and it will, over time, help you to find peace and acceptance.  If you are struggling wi...

When tears will not Come

This book will bring tears. It will bring healing and it will, over time, help you to find peace and acceptance. 
If you are struggling with depression, grief or loss, you will find comfort and inspiration in these pages. I too was frozen with grief, pain and depression.
I was waiting to die until something beyond my understanding stepped in and I began to write. 
Each word brought me closer to healing. 
I have waited almost ten years to assemble this book from my writings, - if indeed they are truly mine. 
I was told to share my work on social media. 
I know that they have helped many people and I have included a sample of the most recent comments at the beginning of the book.

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Some comments from readers:

 

Donna H, “Thank you. This is such a beautiful testimony to real love.”

Maponos M, “This is really beautiful. There is so much truth and insight here...Well done... thanks for sharing it...”

Debi R, “Perfect, Patrick! Your words are always so evocative.”

Laura MacD, “This is beautiful, powerful and emotive. May I share this? There are some people I know who need these words.”

Eugene B, “Quite enthralling. Deeply moving.”

Sharon B, “Wonderful words and feelings, made me cry, beautiful”

 Sandra J. B, “Love it, you are the best, I have not come across one of your pieces that I have not liked. Thank you for sharing the beautiful writing you do, I feel very privileged to be reading such wonderful work.”

Candice W, “Thinking of one who has loved and lost...this is perfect.”

Donna H, “I do walk with you, Patrick. Your wonderful words take me with you as we take this journey called "life". Thank you for sharing them here so that I and others can "walk with you" a way.”

Ian M, “Powerful words Patrick. Yet again your lines sum up the subject matter better than a hundred-page essay.”

Eternal Light

I never knew you grandad, though they said that you were brave.

They say you went away to fight for freedom but instead, you found an open grave.

It stretched for miles and filled with blood which soaked into the ever-present mire.

While tattered remnants of your comrades and your so-called enemies festooned across the wire.

My nanna said your sacrifice was all in vain, - as nothing really changed, 

Except the poor got poorer and that many came home crippled and deranged.

The eldest sons of wealthy lords still held their rich estates,

While younger sons were sent to lead us straight through Hades open gates.

It makes me sad that you, and millions more, were not to have their moment in the sun.

I watch the empty bench where old ghosts sit and wonder what we’ve done.

We’ve drenched the Earth in blood a thousand times and in the streets, the poor are dying, still.

It seems as if Mankind have never learned a single thing of worth and maybe, - never will.

Yet somehow in the haze of my own tears, I seem to see an angel’s wings.

And in the whisper of the trees, I hear a choir of angels sing.

The follies of the rich and greedy were no fault of yours,

And though you died a wasted death your hearts were kind and pure.

Your bravery was real, and, in your hearts, you fought to make a better world.

Your honour was impeccable and even in a foolish war, you showed your worth.

And now, you have a moment in the sun, but in a world beyond this world of pain.

And though we all will meet someday; this world will never see the likes of you again!

Patrick W Kavanagh.

09/11/2018

Image by Tina Kavanagh