Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning, my treasured readers. I hope that you are having the kind of Sunday morning that I am having. Relaxing, peaceful, sun-filled, hopeful . . . . this morning indicates a day filled with promise.
Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. Sometimes I write a poem, and sometimes I share a poem that another writer has shared with the world. At the very least today, write a poem and share it with yourself. Poetry is perhaps the most intimate form of language which we have in this world.
“Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.” — Paul Engle
Here is my poem for today:
Calm Waters
I am sitting here dwelling in my relief
Isn’t that how it always goes with grief?
It comes in waves, it crescendos and crashes,
Until it levels out, and the tears dry in my lashes.
The largest waves end up as the harmless shallows on the shore,
Only to be sucked back out into the massive ocean of steady core.
The raging storms and waves will be stirred up again, I know.
But today, I will rest in the steady waters that only lightly flow.