Loved Ones Are Not Troubles
Loved Ones Are Not Troubles
I always tried to understand my Loved Ones -
Look for reasons for this and that,
finding myself turning over and over
their complexities of character -
Sea-mind tumbling precious stones
over and over, time and again
till soft cool cover smooth...
Like reading a favorite book
lived with for so long, kept close at hand-
Special pages, in special chapters
thumbed, ear-marked, loose pages
from constant searching between the lines
for precious understanding
of a delicately written mind.
Tells me so much more,
And more to come...
It's not a passive standing back
that makes me stand beside
Self - willed, self chosen paths.
For then, and right now, I'm overjoyed
seeing the burnt tree, cut down
yet not destroyed, but resting, waiting...
It sends out hopeful shoots of new life.
It grows itself toward divine petrichor -
All it takes is love and patience
to realize that Loved Ones
are not too much trouble....
Except to those impatient
to quick fix a burnt out mind.
Aqua Marine: 16 January 2025
Job 14: 7 - 9.
Psalms 1: 1 - 3.
Petrichor, aerosol, geosmin. etc
Greek origin meanings.
Wikipedia.
(I love research...)
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