Author: Margie

Make my stance

like that of a noble tree

standing

yet growing

firm and stable

yet able

to bend with the breeze.

Grief has its rhythm - first the wild 
swift tide of dark despair 
the time of bleak aloneness ~

When even God's not there 
and then the slow receding
till quiet calms the sea 
and bare, washed sand is everywhere 
where castles used to be ~

The gentle lapping of the waves 
upon the shore - and then 
the pearl-lined shells of memories 
to help us smile again ~ 

Night summer breeze 
whispering in the trees 
dreams of love and you ~
Heart swells
bringing tears to my eyes 
thoughts of paradise ~
I kissed the flowers at your grave
knelt and pressed my face to earth ~
Will you come again 
upon the breeze
caressing my cheeks 
helping me to be brave? 

Being alone

is not being lonely

it’s a long walk

on a wide beach

where the only sound

is a bird’s cry

the wind racing a blue sky

and surf riding the shore ~

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Loneliness

is being alone

with a room full of people

who don’t care

when despair is a tear

on a frozen cheek

in a bright room ~