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

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

On My Journey


http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Sailing#/media/File:US_Sailing_Team1.jpg

Facing stiff headwinds,
I tack and then tack again
but keep losing ground.

The losses pile on.
New normals replace old ones,
scarce time to adjust.

To find peace I pray,
"teach me how to live like this"  *
and to do it well.



6 comments:

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

Such a great poem as we all face headwinds! Hope you are doing well

Robert Parker said...

Beautifully written. Thank you, and best wishes! From another MSer with... issues... too.

Muffie said...

Your poem describes perfectly how we live each day. Some days, that little craft gets tossed and blown in the raging storm, but we come out just a little scuffed. Yes, Robert's talent leaves me in awe!

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Kim, so nice to hear from you! I'm glad you liked the poem.

Robert, my thanks to you for your inspiring quote, which I have come to use frequently in my daily life.

Muff, yes, it's a new "adventure" every day. So far, we've mostly managed to stay afloat. We're scuffed but tenacious.

Travelogue for the Universe said...

Hi Judy, Perfect poem! So true> The sailboat caught my eye and mind. I just did a sailboat zentangle. Am posting soon. Have a great week! Mary

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Mary, I look forward to your zentangle. I'm glad you liked my poem. I suspect we have all experienced what it feels lime to keep losing ground despite our best efforts.