Laugh lightly at the end
of days,
weep deeply in its warmth,
spice of wit dilutes the shock;
the bird of love released.
Memories hold fast, in place,
sure twinkle
in our dreams,
to grow a quilt
of trust;
and soothe the hours of grief.
Let love lift up its voice in
song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.
The wren of hope sings
quietly,
in words we may not hear,
but sing it does, eternally;
reminds us not to fear.
https://dversepoets.com/2017/08/10/openlinknight-201/
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely words and contrasts.
ReplyDeleteNice sound and message.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of that wren of hope singing quietly to all of us, if we but listen.
ReplyDeleteI specially love this part:
ReplyDeleteLet love lift up its voice in song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.
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I love the last stanza of this poem. The wren of hope - gorgeous.
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