Dearth ahead.
Me, seeing it, seeing you there,
My head above the undergrowth.
Just able to hear
Just can see ahead
To feel something I see
But not as you feel
I am deep in the undergrowth
I don’t grow anymore
I stopped growing in the undergrowth.
My head just above the undergrowth,
The rest of me below,
Waiting to come through the undergrowth.
I feel something
But not as you feel.
I want to feel more than I do,
But I am stuck in the undergrowth.
Without seeing you,
I would not feel anything at all.
You are hanging there,
I am sinking.
I see I can feel you.
Without seeing you,
I could not feel you.
My eyes sense your pain
My mind is above the undergrowth
My heart and soul in my head,
You keep on hanging there,
A reflection of my grief.
Note:
Experiencing grief for the sufferer is not the actual inner reality of the sufferer. He only sees in the sufferer a reflection of his grief.
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Peter Veugelaers played cricket at one stage for reps and first eleven and was very well regarded as a performer, his best bowling figures were taking six wickets for four runs. In 1989, he took up a writing course and asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1990, he made the life changing decision to follow his instincts to do Christian work because of his newfound faith in Christ. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging. He writes poetry, fiction, aims to publish new articles about various things or post them on his blog, pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a blog that will review films again.
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