In the midst of cold, wet, dreary weather, I spent most of my weekend trying to console one of my characters, Cody, with his loss (by working diligently to finally put a large portion of this manuscript together). Meanwhile – in the real world – one of my best friends spent the weekend caring for her elderly aunt in her final hours while trying to console her family over the loss she was sharing.
I came into work this morning feeling particularly melancholy (probably because it’s still cold and wet and especially dreary, being a Monday and all). I had (took?) a few spare moments to pen these thoughts as they came to mind.
I’m sure my poem could use some work, but I hope it brings comforting thoughts to those who need them today. Blessings. -j
Here is it in print form only, for those who might have trouble reading it in its “artsy-fartsy” form:
True Love’s Falling
Don’t let the sun set on your tomorrows
Though darkness may cloud your todays
Our falls always take us to sorrows
In due course,
Cold months surrender to Mays
The day’s sun approaching future horizons
You haven’t yet stepped out to greet
All of life’s best and mesmerizing surprises
In God’s time,
Will remove your false sense of incomplete
Breathe deeply the crisp wind that’s blowing
Take hope in all future renewals
Cleanse your heart in solely knowing…
Set love shines more brightly
Than all polished jewels
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