When Tears Will Not Come
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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.
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick W Kavanagh began writing after the passing of his late wife. He was encouraged to share his work on social media and found it to be a source of healing for himself and others. He now lives in Lincolnshire with his partner, Tina and their cat, Luna and Finley, the black Labrador. In their spare time, they hold sound healing workshops and shamanic drumming circles.
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When Tears Will Not Come - Patrick Kavanagh
Be Gentle
Be gentle with your heart,
The world can change within a single beat.
Tread lightly in the world,
And treat with kindness, all the people you may meet.
Wisdom costs us dearly,
The price that we must pay, - we pay in sorrow and in loss.
And all the times we try, - we ask ourselves the reason why,
But still, we carry on the burden of survival, for the sake of those we love.
And gaze in silent question at the grey and sullen sky.
Rage against the storms that carry all we love away.
Turn your back against the setting sun that leaves us cold, or hungry or alone at end of day.
Shake your fist and cry out to the moon, - howling out with sorrow like the solitary wolf.
Touch the earth with dewy tears as sunrise makes us face another day.
But still the earth will turn, and we will heal, - for that is nature's way.
Patrick W Kavanagh
27/12/2013
When I am Alone
When my sadness tells me that there's nothing left inside.
When life has lost its joy and all I want to do is run and hide.
When bitterness and sorrow poison everything I do.
The one remaining comfort in my lonely life is you.
I walk the quiet streets and I can feel you everywhere.
I feel your gentle presence in the cool night breeze that lays a kiss upon my hair
I hear you in the rustle of the Autumn leaves that swirl around me as I walk.
You listen to my every word when, finally, I find the will to talk.
Who but you can lead me safely home when I am lost?
Who is always there to rescue me and never counts the cost?
You are the one who answers every question if I only listen to the things you have to say.
You are there when sleep has fled and all I have is dread-filled thoughts about the coming days.
When you have raised my spirits high you share in all my joys.
You are the warmth of Summer's sun, - the shimmering blue in Summers sunny skies.
You are the Way, the Truth and all of Life. You are the love that sparkles in a stranger's eyes.
You are the tongue which always speaks the truth, - the tongue that never lies.
There is nothing I must do to please you, - but to feel you I must resonate your love.
It is written in the stars that everything I do below reflects in all the worlds above.
Your wisdom, deep inside me, tells me that I must become the world I wish to see.
Your patience tells me, that if I should fail a thousand times,
Your love still waits for me.
Patrick W Kavanagh 27/09/2017
A REST FROM THE ROAD
A long hot summer day was cooling when I reached the little inn.
Light enough to travel on a little further, but the likes of this unlikely resting place, I might not find again.
I leave my pack inside the little door and wander to the bar,
A strange excitement overtakes me as I ask about a room, and talk about my travels to the barman, - who asks me if my journey took me far.
The old man soaked up all the sunlight from the tiny window as he gazed with sadness at his empty glass and muttered something soft and low.
I offered him a pint of stout by way of rent and went to share the warmth beneath the shining beams of golden evenings glow.
I had scarce sat down before my tithe had disappeared, and so I called for one more round.
Then as the Guinness reached its mark, a smile began to grow on those parched lips that hitherto had frowned.
"My name is Jack," he said, - so suddenly I jumped and banged my head on blacked beams that drooped and yawed without a care.
This tiny inn had little sympathy for careless travellers who stood too tall and brushed the cobwebbed ceiling with their hair.
The cautious smile became a hearty laugh, and years of hardship seemed to vanish from his face.
And as I rubbed my aching head, he told me how he came to be in such a place.
"I walked the highways and the byways of this land since I was just a hairless youth.
I never needed more than just one pair of brogues, a well-waxed cape and just one woollen