There is no frigate like the mind to
bring friends near when far away
to gather close when tempests
toss and life's a lonely dream
I often board it’s memory to recollect
the people clustered there in vibrant
conversation, recalling vividly, lost
conversation, recalling vividly, lost
moments of camaraderie, of joy
Encouragements in various forms
mingle on this ark, sending short
texts or emails to those treading
unfamiliar waves all on their own
Mailed cards, warm caring
moments -all sweetly savored,
phone calls, patient listeners, so
healing for one floundering alone
Around my floating frigate drift gentle
words, sad smiles, soft hugs, the touch
of a kind handshake, empathetic fingers
resting lightly on the arm in conversations
Encouragement Personified
JoMae
Those left alone after death, often find ourselves in the tension between adjusting to - even learning to enjoy - aspects of our new life chapter - and times when days feel empty and it seems ‘everyone’ has disappeared. Of course, ‘everyone’ has not abandoned us, but the void left by the one who is gone can make it seem so.
I wrote this piece while pondering these things, as something to remember when quiet is too quiet and spring is long in coming. Recall the good received and endeavor to go and do likewise.
No comments:
Post a Comment
~ Thanks for stopping by. Your comments are welcome! ~