We have a poet amongst us, who writes beautiful prose, and does so because he has a beautiful heart. He has not been shy, in our conversations of explaining his sufferings, and yet every single conversation you have with him, he treats you as if you are the only important thing in the world.
Such humanity and kindness is rare these days, and I have found his heart to be so huge, he quickly forgives those who condemn the beauty and wisdom of this universe no matter ones beliefs. For anyone this is enlightening, for one who has suffered so even more.
It is not because of his predicaments or current maladies that I say this, it is because he is a person that I could only dream of being one day. Yes if you ask me, I m saddened that such humanity within this kind soul has been made to suffer; yes I am even somewhat mad about that.
Darren who is all of twenty is gay and in a wheelchair. Tomorrow, he goes into the hospital for an operation on his lungs, and today he was a nervous wreck. Many of us on PoetrySoupChat where there to comfort him today, and I am writing this for all of you who don’t know, I hope you will wish him well because I truly believe somehow this helps in a spiritual way.
I am not asking but begging that you wish him well. Anyone on Soup who has interacted with him, knows he has quickly become such a great contributor and supporter of others.
Which leads me to this. Tim Smith has written a poem to wish Darren well, and knowing Darren I can see how this was written to bring him some comfort and peace, and that by itself is very touching. Tim Smith, it’s the small things that count, and your kind gesture only speaks to your character. Again in these times, we need to shine the spotlight on the good ones, in my humble opinion. Thank you.
Here is the poem, but you can also go to Tims page to read it!
An Outstretched Hand with guest Harif
Author: Tim Smith
As that fragile snowdrop tentatively
but courageously challenges cold
I defy your icy stance with dignity
raising my head in delicate pride
White sheets caress the steel rail
cleansed again in chilled spaces
calling me to come back home
will the feelings ever be the same
Outside fantasies running adrift
flying kites and paper airplanes
sunlit shadows hiding all the pain
snowdrop glistens as I slip away
Satin kisses lay across yellow roses
outstretched hands and heart propose
It's going to be alright
And now for a little extra, below you will find an exert from a famous poem, translated into English
“Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly - and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.”
By Omar Khayyam a very famous Persian poet.