Dear Reader:

Why I’m Reposting This Poem

I first shared this poem on my blog on February 20, 2025, though its roots stretch back even further. It was written in a season of quiet reflection, then gently reviewed and refined over time. I never imagined how eerily prophetic it would feel today.

The lines of Aurora’s eyes stared at the night sky,/Slowly, as darkness spread its wings,/The stars began to fall and die, has taken on a haunting clarity in light of the recent assassination of another promising soul; a star who fell far too soon. As I reread these words, I was struck by how grief, when expressed honestly, can echo forward into moments we never expected. This poem now feels like a lament not just for what was, but for what continues to be.

So, I’m reposting it, not to predict, but to honour. To hold space for sorrow. To offer a quiet breath of solidarity in a fractured world. May these words remind us that even in the darkness, there is still light to be named, grief to be shared, and hope to be kindled.

😍jjf

Stricken Souls


Aurora’s eyes stared at the night sky,
Slowly, as darkness spread its wings,
The stars began to fall and die,
An ephemeral light, then a heavy tide.

Shadows stirred, swift in their flight,
While mournful cries rose from the height.
As the voices of fallen stars held no rhythm
She listened to the darkness roaring--
A cacophony of sounds.
 
Then, a sudden silence, a solemn throng,
Uninvited souls bore the scars.
There was nothing that they could say,
For the blood of the sacrifices that day.
 
Again, the cries filled her ears: Who shall redeem us?
Who shall catch the fallen stars in this dark abyss?
She knew soon the blood of the fallen would dilute,
While humanity paid them no tribute.
 
Aurora’s eyes turned to a carved cross of hallmarks true,
Of the remembrance for all who knew.
For the captain of the host of the Lord;
With His glittering sword drawn,
ready to stop the darkness from sweeping the stars.
 
Turning her pillow, Aurora released her fright,
Of the stars falling through the night.
She whispered, "Soon it shall end."
As the Sun began to spread its golden rays,
Touching all whose hands stretched to catch it like a lifeline,
She glanced at the horizon and saw;
The victory had been won.



jjf'2018-2025

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