Friday, August 11, 2017

Love and Loss



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/

6 comments:

  1. I like the idea of that wren of hope singing quietly to all of us, if we but listen.

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  2. I specially love this part:

    Let love lift up its voice in song,
    to smooth life's coverlet,
    so time can bring its healing;
    acceptance takes small steps.

    Thanks for joining our OLN ~

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  3. I love the last stanza of this poem. The wren of hope - gorgeous.

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