Are you passing on love or passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Sundays are for poetry on the blog. Poetry comes from your deepest wells of feelings. Explore your own depths. Explore every nook and cranny. This is what was appeared from my own depths today:
The light of the soul
Shines particularly bright
Through the windows of the eyes
When it is closer to seeing
The beautiful Source
from Where it Came.
The windows of the soul,
Reflect everlasting life.
The light never goes out.
Your poem gave me chills, especially in light of what you’re going through. I read something that resonated with me the other day about grieving: A part of the old you died with your loved one, but a part of your loved one lives in the new you. (From I Am with You Everywhere: Finding Solace in the Mists of Grief by Kim Han.)
That’s beautiful, Gail. <3