“Haunting Grief”

On this September day, 1915, an eighteen year old soldier’s death at Loos forever grieved Rudyard Kipling, his father.
Young John wasn’t supposed to go to war; his eyesight was poor like his father’s. But his father had connections, John went to battle and never came home.
John or “Jack” as he was called, was seen on the second day of battle; his face badly torn apart, blinded, stumbling to his death.
The bodily remains weren’t discovered until the 1990’s, and some still believe the identity laid to rest is questionable.
No matter, Rudyard never laid his grief, guilt, or both to rest, in either grave or heart.
His poetry of war and poignant epitaphs reveal this darkness that crept over his soul.
If any question why we died/ Tell them, because our fathers lied~~~Kipling
Perhaps those words enlighten that grief and guilt for us.

This poem, written about a sailor, holds more to be read between its lines…….
My Boy Jack (1916)

Have you news of my boy Jack?’
Not this tide.
‘When d’you think that he’ll come back?’
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Has any one else had word of him?’
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?’
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind –
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

Perhaps my favorite Kipling poem is “The Power of the Dog,” a touching and powerful example of grief from another loss.

Namaste,
Shirl

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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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