Coping
Wilderness need not be avidly dry.
It can contain shades of uplifting memory.
Sweet drops of whisperings fly
around souls who,
desert-bound and tied to circumstance,
retreat into spaces
of such empty aloneness it seems
never again
will ways out of crystallized mazes where
reigns abject silence
ever be found to bring freedom again.
Yet Wilderness need not be overly feared.
It becomes productive under love's challenge.
Prone to arise out of aimless places
and grazing on sighs
of pain are the tiniest grains of gone loves
growing lonely with wait,
and as shadows of smiles permeate minds
in Wilderness-Land,
remembering to contact angelic unseen
means certain survival.
Despite blood-red pain of sudden ends
look inward and find dim
streaks of light birthing changes for
hope lost in Wilderness,
watch black holes shine after saline ebb
then as tides of tears
begin to recede know grief's despair
will grow no more weeds,
flowers of assurance unfurl their truth
that love's journey
goes on, deserts will blossom with many
a welcome reunion,
for heaven;s arrangement never denies
access to askers for proof.
Wilderness dies when souls feel not alone.
Coping with sorrow means climbing its hills.
Copyright © Fay Slimm | Year Posted 2016
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