#Tragedy

It strikes suddenly and doesn't care who is its victim. Rich or poor. It doesn't care that you are/feel supremely happy at the moment or are already in the deepest despair. You are never prepared for it. Whether you are married to a fireman, policeman, or soldier.

And "I'm sorry" doesn't ease the pain at that moment ... you stand utterly alone. . . What do you do?

With tragedies pounding humanity, every second, just what can we do?

The following article gives some practical steps we can have in mind before that enemy attacks; as he's sure to in these Critical times in which we live. (2 Tim 3:1)

http://www.jw.org/en/publications/books/happy-family/when-tragedy-strikes/

A #Lark in the #Dark

A Lark in the Dark

By Seah Greenhorn
(with copyright)

Rachel was leaving for good.

This her sad crew understood:

What's A Lark in the Dark,
at first break of dawn,
in acute reality

can
End
the farce;

kill the spark.

This game they would frequently play.

Especially if someone
desired away.

"A Lark in the Dark.
A Lark in the Dark,"
they'd repeatedly say

to convince innocent prey
that they hungered to stay.

Blindfolded.
Friends started to spin
the victim

left dizzy to fend off

whatever
vice, seduction, entice
the group proposed
to begin.

Yet,
Rachel's heart
fought
further delay.

In the past,
her future
did not lay.

Over the tracks.
Beyond the trees.
A rainbow

brightened her way.

The clouds hope lifted,
shifted

bit-by-bit.
In degrees.

Hushed--her demons.
Golden--her moods.

Exposed
an ardent dream

subconsciously expressed:
Longing to flee.

But the crew
just once more
wanted the same.

"A Lark in the Dark.
A Lark in the Dark,"
Their chant to camouflage
shame.

For what's done in the dark,
in jungle or park,
No one points finger
in blame.

But Rachel was going away.

Tonight was the blessed day.

Her possessions she gathered,
before the crew scattered
them in unexpected forays.

Barefoot
through the village;
skirting drunkards
who pillage
the body,
the mind;

she fled.

Behind left
silt and guilt.

Ahead

the bridge
dangerously built,
didn't hamper her thrill.

Though,
she began to notice its tilt,
its unnerving sway.

She imagined whispers.
Her anxiety grew.
Sudden shadows.

Yes...
She instantly knew.

There on the path they all stood.

Some tipsy; some not.
Just up for no good.
For the crew just once more wanted the same.

"A Lark in the Dark.
A Lark in the Dark,"

THE chant
to camouflage
shame.

For what's done in the dark,
in jungle or park,
No one points finger
in blame.

Now blindfolded,
they started to spin

Rachel,

dizzy,
still tried to defend

her new-found courage
against
whatever
vice, seduction, entice
the group proposed
to begin.

She remembered,
as her arms spun out in splay;

She'd chanted:
"A Lark in the Dark.
A Lark in the Dark!"
to convince others
that They
wanted to stay.

Yes.

Now
Rachel was Gone
for good.

This her crew
happily

understood.

Based on: 1 Cor. 15:33

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2011333#h=0:0-33:0

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