This is the time of year I have always looked forward to...the quiet gray days of rest. This year for the first time I am deeply sad inside and out and do not know if I can make it through this season. Maybe because I am going to be 60 years old this Friday...I just feel so alone...friendless...deeply sad and melancholy is building to the overflow point. Daily chores are becoming a burden and hard to complete...the drudgery of it all is unbearable...I must raise my eyes upward and have faith in the light in the darkness...I will light a candle and remember those who came before me to shape my character and pray for their strength to uphold me...even tired old things still have some hidden beauty.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Silver bird flying high
are you safe in heavens sky?
unaware what hides below
the wolves, the hunt, the hate, the woe...
suddenly your journey ends
with broken wings in foreign lands.
silently your feathers lay
in golden wheat and fields of hay...
sunflowers stand guard
and poppies cry
as soft winds blow the solemn lullaby.
though you went without a fight,
you will not fade into the night.
your spirit soars up in a cloud of
will we ever know what it all means?
only the pain of invisible scars
forever embedded in our hearts?