“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, July 12, 2013

There Somewhere

It does not take much
to remind me of losses
suffered and to come.

As an antidote,
I sift through layers of ash
for the uncharred gift.

Life’s light, joy, and hope
surely must be there somewhere.
I keep on searching.


Muffie said...

I think one of the gifts you found was your beautiful writing. It brings peace to all who read it!

Gail said...

HI JUDY - as the one year anniversary of my Mom's passing arrives this July 13th I am ever present in this monumental loss. I miss her every day.
And so much more loss for us all as we face the unknowns and the knownes each with their own weight of fear and loss. In the midst of all that are the blessings. Lets look for those together every day. So for today I have looked for and found a blessing in the love that is shared,given and received all around me.
Love Gail

Josè Antonio said...

Life is hope...and light comming from a friend. Tkanks, Judy

Karen said...

I agree with Muff, you have found a gift amidst the ashes, your writing.

Diane J Standiford said...

Beautiful, Judy.

Mary Gerdt said...

So beautiful, wish I stopped by more, always a perfect truth here. Have a great rest of summer.mary

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, thank you. I can’t imagine my life without my poetry.

Gail, I wish peace and solace for you in this difficult moment.

Josè Antonio, life, hope, light, and friendship – what a wonderful formula.

Karen, poetry is a wonderful gift that enhances my life in such unexpected ways.

Diane, thanks!

Mary, thanks for your kind words. I’m glad you find meaning in my poems.