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in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night
Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.
Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.
She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.
. . .
A magnificent poem, Bobbie.
Thank you my dear Stephen 💖
Brilliant.
O, Salva, I am convinced that there are few things dearer than grief – a remembrance back to joys we so often overlooked. Like the gentle grace of a friend we knew (but couldn’t). Is it love that finds us so familiar? ❤
For sure.
I understand Paul, and yet it is in those moments that we find ourselves anew. Sorrow brings us low but only because the loss of something (love) that we can never lose. But there’s no allowance for missing. Those moments – a most beautiful gift. 💜
Couldn’t have said that better.
Wishing you everything well and always looking forward to your poetry. You might have seen from my blogpost that I took some kind of leave for some weeks due to certain private circumstances. Whieh meant I must have missed some of your poetry for sure. For that I’ll pay your blog a visit these days and try to cath up … 😀
Very best regards,
Salva
I knew you were away and yet not so far. I hope your days are filled with peace and the kind of gentle grace you give to others through your words, as gifted me by your presence. Thank you my friend.
your kindness humbles me, Salva
You probably know that I am really a big admirer of your poetic capabilities. In my humble opinion, and as so far as I have read and seen several thousands of WordPress blogs by now, your poetry by far reflects the most intriguing and deep-reaching (is that a correct English term? I hope so.). There’s a mystical streak attached to it, some kind of knowledge which has been lost to most of us. Of course, I neither know you or your family, but it seems that there might very well exist a heritage from old, i.e. the American natives. Many a times I think I listen to their songs and metaphysics when I read your poetry.
May that be as it is, I treasure your poetry and it has found a firm place in my heart and for whatever reasons.
Take care and that we may have the chance to enjoy your poems for a long time to come,
Salva 🙂
I’m always surprised when others pay me compliments such as these, though I would be sorely disappointed in myself if you didn’t find a part of yourself there. ❤ And of course you’re right about the heritage (how is it that you know). I am of Cherokee descent. I sense in you the same nearness of spirit – a soul deeper than bones.
I am blessed that my words find a home in your heart, Salva, for it is there they find joy. You bless me.
I understand waiting, Bobbie. 3 years ago I sat with someone who was waiting. There’s a feeling of helplessness that’s indescribable. Your words give an image to that feeling, and beautifully so….xo
me
😊 see above. I’m too weary to type all that again. 💜
Beautiful!! poem!!
Love, always ❤ with your flowing grace xXx
Thank you, my dear precious Jane………….. xoxo ❤ Always, you hold my heart.
Wishes and prayers …
You are an angel, my friend………..and yes, there’s not much that can’t be accomplished with wishes, prayers and a whole lot of love!