Here I sit -- 4 corners
4 walls
1 room
Our bodies -- liquid matter
no hope
gathering gloom
the pulse of life -- ebbing away
80 years
4 months
maybe 1 day
and when it comes -- will we wish for the end?
be aware
try to care
be our own lost friend
Alone alone -- doesn't work for me
doesn't make me see
there's no kind footsteps
ushering through the end
Alone is a towering beautiful and thick tree,
dark in it's own shadow
and nothing around to see.
and
I am the small yellow flower
in a sea of grass, leaves and thistle
bowing and bending with the winds
and waiting for my gardener to take me home
3 comments:
wow, this reminds me of a margaret lawrence book -- well written. what inspired this? love you.
Inspiration came from yesterday and a realization that I've been trying to do everything upon my own strength -- alone -- and failing miserably, and how I do not want to be a big dark tree =)
may God be a strong tree of strength for you to lean on, not fear.
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