There's a perfect place, A sacred, healing place, Where content is the heart, And still is the mind. Where a breeze weaves Through branches to Create a melody of serenity. Where every worry Disappears, shooed away By protective leaves. Linger, listen as long As time allows, enveloped In this soothing sound. Summer's been too brash, Too brutal, the sun resounds The beating of a million drums. Now a refuge of harmony ~ Step up, step in, let the Symphony begin under the Canopy of the red oak tree.
I can't help but look around with this feeling of emptiness in my spirit. But, maybe not emptiness. More like an incompleteness. There's something missing. We live in a messed up society. A society of ills, so to speak. Beaten down, exhausted, stressed, in disarray. And I wonder why that is. An evil presence in the world, iniquity? Maybe it's just the times we are living in - fast paced and dissatisfied. Maybe it's a "me" mentality. What's in it for me? A belief that we have rights and can do whatever we want and should do whatever we want, regardless of responsibility and consequences. Reform is good. Regulations, orders, laws... all good. But, there's something else. Something much more powerful. Love. It's love. Concern and compassion go much further than, rights and wrongs. I wonder if what is missing is the "we." Did you know that empathy is so engrained in us at birth, that infants will cry at the sound of other infants crying, but not the recording of their own cries? And, as adults, our tear ducts will automatically begin producing tears when we hear or see the crying of others, even if we have no sense of tearing up ourselves. Could it be this simple? I do believe there is more good in the world than bad, generally speaking. Every day we hear stories of selfless acts of kindness being shown. But, is it enough? "We're in this together." Let's not let that become just a cliche slogan that disspates in time. Let's hold on to the "We!" Let it fill in every empty gap. Let it give us a purpose, and help us to not feel so alone. Because we need each other. Look around. We need each other now more than ever.
As gentle as the morning mist That settles in its subtle way, Granted with a whispered touch, Welcoming the day. So swiftly, softly entering, Making not a sound, God sends On wings of healing hope, To lift to higher ground. Awake now from thy slumber, eyes, The night's no more your friend, And face with violent courage, Life, for mercy's come again.
A touch verbose perhaps; but well intentioned nonetheless. Thank you for reading!
IN THE AFTERGLOW by Carolyn Glackin I colored you blue with the palette of my love because I find blue so soulful, sensual, and romantic You adorned me with pink twilight kisses that delighted my nocturnal, sentient, starlight soul in an endlessly ongoing manner Our memorable merging resulted in a love whose color shall have no name, because it's purity and beauty can never be defined by the errant ethos of this Earth; thus I shan't allow it to be subjected to such cacophonous conjecture The byproduct of our love was several sunny and salient souls, whose bold yellowy brightness never fails to amaze me; particularly when dark times assail us. Oh how I continue to enjoy their ebullient charm and endearing effervescence! Though my ways may be wayward, and my sojourner soul oft goes on sabbatical; I leave traces of my multicolored hues behind, as a promise of my eventual return And the sanguine shades of unconditional love imprint me with a cookie crumb trail of heartwarming goodness that always leads me right back home to myself, where I bask happily in the afterglow of the harmoniously heartwarming hues. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 5/31/2020
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