Calmly comes the eventide.
An end to this day’s wondrous ride.
Go out.
Live.
Love.
Work, play.
Then back inside.
One day~ One life~ Joy magnified.
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She denied when first informed. When she heard the girl was sick ~ and always would be. “Not my daughter.” “She’s brilliant. We prize that.” ~ She raged as illness unfolded. Living the day-in, the day-out, fearing dreams would never come about. “This is not our life!” She had such plans. She cherished them. She clung. ~ She trembled when the crazy bubbled up. When her fear, fueled by helplessness, boiled on over with it. She’d always had control. That’s how she lived. She controlled. ~ She prayed when hope refused to settle in. When getting through a day sans crisis was success. “God can do miracles.” “We need one. I’ll do whatever it takes.” She begged. ~ She mourned as miracles failed to manifest. When she knew the girl was sick and always would be. When she knew her mind was truly ill. She, they, so prized it. …time… She loved when they spent time together. When the girl chose to live and she chose to live beside her. When she knew their plans had changed, but that the change was right and good. They would move on. They would be well. ~ And now. They rejoice. She is ill, but lives, stays, well. Lives, loves, learns. Well. And ~ blessed be ~ brilliance, bravery, beauty ~ accompany. They, too, are here to stay.
Search for LIGHT ~ shine brightly, A beacon toward release. There it is! Go forward! Decrease, decease, find peace. ~ Move on in to join it, Follow to the gate. Denied!? This must go on?! Wait! ~ Upon return, again… Pain, punch, Humiliation Rush And pummel down. ~ The breath Becomes the struggle. Broken body. Broken crown. ~ Finally then, it’s over. Every cell, gene, chromosome Release, re-live, re-love. To Home!
Windows open, The breeze glides in, Lapping at my skin, Reminding of delicious times gone by. ~ Eyes closed, I relish the moment. The air glides, gently caressing neck, cheek, Moving into memory. ~ How firmly connected, memory and heart. Encouraging the other to love and love and love Based on a shared past filled with moments Of which no one else is privy. ~ Shared memories. Shared hearts. Is there such a thing? Oh, yes! We agreed upon exactly that, lifetimes ago. ~ And now we live it. And all it takes is an evening breeze To remind me Of the rightness of that choice.
Early on, one yearns for it ~ The chance to be alone, Responsible For only oneself. Then, when opportunities arise Enjoyment of separation? Near impossible! The invisible ties? They bind. ~ Slowly, O’er years A distance, comfortable, grows wider. ‘Out of sight,’ somewhat acceptable, For a little while, at least. But as a day wears on, Heartstrings tug. And reunion comforts, Strengthening the ties. ~ Later, Times apart expand Enfolding days or even weeks. But a sense of right is fragile ‘Til communion comes again, The common threads more tightly knit, but subtly drape and flow. ~ Ultimately, Success. Independence. Directions deviate. Occasional convergence, is the norm And the brief little whiles seem right. Days spent together bring joy. Those invisible ties woven into a loving comfort-cloth, Growing ever more precious over time. |
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