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Written on November 13, 2023
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Clutching the moment
Before yesterday became yesterday,
The promise,
Before he pledged his love to me,
The colors,
Before autumn waltzed away,
Swaying in shadows of soft snowfall,
Breathing white, plunging into the thought,
A blizzard erasing the gentle flames,
Sheltered by November skies,
Sighing beneath laughing starlight.
Stuffing darkness beneath a blanket,
Drifting to sleep on the edge of a touch,
Who kissed my heart the way dew trembles,
Caressing the rose, shimmering
In the temptation of a full moon, one who
Loses its doubt, believing – there is a way out,
A way out of the pain, powerful
As a summer rain whose strength comes
From the gentlest sense of hope,
Ever after, praising love who knows
Despite the darkest heart of winter, a song
Returns dreams to their owners,
Serene like the wind, always blowing,
Seeking grace in the air that sends chills,
The same air that lingers to bless away the tears.
Grappling with the twinge of grief, despair…
Melancholy bleeding, like relief,
Floating on the winds of chance, changing
Like the soul who knows the release
From noisy, prideful lust – the relief
From gratings on the nerves,
Temptations vexing, straining to erase…
Dwindling hues of tired blueberry skies,
Despondent as the starving dreams
Of those who feel sadness sing,
Like a whisper or a sigh, suffering
Always suffering – erasing even the shine
Glimpsed by the eyes who see a moon,
Quietly reflecting the fortunes
Stars blending into the heavens,
Shimmering like the glitter perfect Christmas.
Dazzling as the notes of bliss,
Hesitating before it sings a melody,
Notes glistening on the hearts of hearers,
Those who hearken, never fearing,
This is harmony that only God could have sent,
Across the nights, through the edges of a quiet
Autumn and a sunless winter sunset,
Through the mists burying the seeking servants,
The mindlessness of boyhood, the sensitivity
Of a heart who stood, even though others
Believed it to be broken beyond healing, cracked…
So that the pieces of tender light
Could never fall through the glimpses of fractured stillness,
Glimpses of hope, faith and love who listens,
Believing – yes believing, when everywhere – there is doubt,
Skepticism, hesitant and suspicious, quivering
In the stone-cold hardness of a heart who has been shattered.
Wrecked by the careless places, the darkness,
A nocturnal grace – echoing in the shadows,
Rearranging the webs staggered over the limbs, balanced,
By the crisp leaves, the brittle freshness of an acorn,
The abundance of treasures, like a harvest sanctification,
Dreading starlight’s glossy breath, soothing
Beneath a moment when hope happened, restoring the moment,
A moment of light, free and flashing a smile…
More powerful than the song,
Gripping the soul so that it knows,
Always knows…
Yes, oh yes… yesterday is gone and finally,
The heart can move on, finally…
The break has sought solace in the promise of second chances,
New life, new light, new love – fresh as the spring,
And more abundant than the tears who sprang like dew,
Over the life silenced by hurt, the life stifled…
By a heartbreak who didn’t know it would grow a soul,
Yes, oh yes… it would not destroy the way it had intended.
Instead, the heart would grow more beautiful, gentler,
More like the One who heals, the love that stills…
Every doubt, every sorrow, every inkling of dreaded darkness.
Yes, oh yes… because, even in the heartbreak’s mess,
There is light falling through the pauses, light…
Meant to grow a new thought, a new hope, a new faith…
A new that can only be placed by the hand of the ONE who made us…
To know love in all its measures – nothing less than love
Could feed us the nourishment needed to grow souls worthwhile,
Souls led by the love that creates, designs, embraces…
Natures brought to life by the One who knows us, heart, soul and spirit…
Shimmering in eyes who can finally see!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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