Reprise
Day by day
Time goes by
We watch
and wonder why
people come and go
some with much
others with little
to show
we look and wonder
is this the one
the one with whom
I belong
Yet time goes on
And to yet another
We are drawn
Send me a sign
We cry
To the Divine
Thinking such request
Benign
Time and again
People come and go
Looking for a sign
To show
Flaw after flaw
We find
Do we mind
If we realize
Others look to us
In kind
So, I reflect on me
What is it to be
Should my flaws
Come to mind
Each day to self remind
Nay!
This is not the way
We need to reflect
Each and every day
On the positive we see
In each other
We are human
By nature flawed
When what we seek
Is towards the Divine, awed
Appreciate the best
Forget the rest
For no one is immune
From similar tests
Are we hewn
The time we have
Is so short
To waste it
On such sport
How much time
Must we waste
In pursuit
Of this chase
Soon we will be
In another place
And this overanalyzing
We shall face
And of the heart?
Not a trace
Feel, laugh and live
For these gifts
Did He, to us give
And instead of emptiness
Let us, the joys relive
In this I know
I am not alone
And I look from others
To be shown
Tis part of what
Its meant to be grown
I for one, care not
Of machinations
I forgot
I look forward with open eyes
Raising my face to the skies
And in wonder
My heart doth rise
There is nothing left
To despise
-Shiidon, April 2010
It is late, I must work tomorrow and am deprived of sleep. Yet, this poem would not let go. It started coming to me and would not let go until it was written. I was reflecting on how sometimes we wait and wait for a sign or for some perfection to show in our lives but in the end we sometimes find ourselves alone. Then again, are we not truly alone as it is. This follows the theme of the most recent posts. It is about living. It is about reaching out. It is about not treading water waiting for rescue and watching boat after boat go by. I am not saying we need to rush into things in life, it's just that we need to avoid regrets. Until next time...
1 Comments:
Bravo! Beautiful, Shiidon, our poet. . .
Love to you,
Aniela
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