Myself, Woman, and Child

Jane Tawel
2 min readApr 15, 2024
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Myself, Woman, and Child

By Jane Tawel

April 14, 2024

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How to say what is meaning beyond Meaning?

How to dig deeply enough to fill up the holes?

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Why were you so sad, my child. My child who was once me?

Why do you not let yourself weep, my child? My child, who is still me.

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My heart is full of sorrow, but my anger and fear first rise up,

trying to protect me from a grief as old as my ancestors,

a grief as new as unborn hope.

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Who once roamed the earth so freely;

who are those who still cry out within me,

crying to see peace fill the World-heart once more?

What dreams and angels hold out unglimpsed hope,

singing of what I dare not grasp?

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My soul weeps for a world always at war with love.

My soul weeps for the lost who are evil

and the lost who are so very good.

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Jane Tawel
Jane Tawel

Written by Jane Tawel

Still not old enough to know better. Enjoys philosophy, spirituality, poetry, books of all genres.Often torn between encouragement & self-directed chastisement.

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