Make my stance
like that of a noble tree
standing
yet growing
firm and stable
yet able
to bend with the breeze.
Poetry ~ from my heart ~ to yours ~
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 ~