Below the surface
of deeply frozen terrain,
life still manifests.
Life in dormancy
becomes a promise to keep
with its renewal.
How soon life restores
may be out of one’s control,
but it can happen.
How we and other couples balance love, care & MS
4 weeks ago
7 comments:
This is how I feel as I await spring! As for the renewal of my body, I just can't stir those embers of hope.
Peace,
Muff
The sooner the better, but like Muff my hope is waning.
I am so happy life does manifest below the frozen terrain...I am glad to be seeing Spring in these parts
Hello love-
yes, life's renewal - the cycle of life - altered now - well, the renewal part anyways. I hang on to hanging on....so what life and energy and movement is alive stays alive - what has gone is forever gone.
and so it goes...
Love Gail
peace....
It is good to see signs of spring, but those signs also bring with them pangs of loss for all of that the disease has stolen. I am not without hope, and another poet once said that hope is the thing with feathers. Those things with feathers exult in the warm spring sun, and at least I can still listen to the beauty of their sweet song.
All in all, though, I'd rather be jogging…
I read that poem and hear, There is hope"
This poem became emblematic of the circumstances of my life recently in that the “get up and go” got buried under an avalanche. As is frequently the case, my poems are a pep talk for me as much as anything. I had ample opportunity to reread what I had written to remind myself that renewal was still possible. So I dig myself out once again, peek out, and face the world. I’m so glad you guys are there when I emerge!
Muff, yes, the promise engenders hope.
Karen, absolutely, the sooner, the better, but I’ll take what I can get.
Kim, I am never a fan of winter so Spring sounds wonderful.
Gail, yours is always a wise voice I welcome hearing.
Marc, I don’t know that I will ever be free of the pangs of loss. Indeed, ironically, I hope I do not lose them because that would mean I have accepted the new normal as, well, normal. And, my intention is to fight this until my last breath. But, you are right, one can find other avenues of joy and fulfillment. Still, yes, I would rather be dancing
Nicole, I hear hope, too.
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