With joy in your heart,
Everyday can be extraordinary
And ripe,
Like a flower burst,
If the will is there.
For sure, on some days,
Fate may seem heartless,
As if acting with intent to interfere,
To punish, or to twist you away
From where you think you want to be.
But there are surprises.
Fresh hope, new life
Sometimes finds its breath
In just such a clash of expectation.
And, as stories of destinies retold
Often remind us,
Even in a cruel coming together
Of opposing forces,
Something rare and beautiful,
Something precious can emerge.
Something new born.
Duly forged, fused
Within what frequently appears,
From the outset, at least,
To be a haphazard or ill-judged coupling,
Of whose choosing I’m not sure?
For such matters of conception
Remain shrouded in mystery,
As they should be.
Auspicious, certainly!
And the bonus is
That there is therefore no burden
Of responsibility,
No pedestal for us to fall from.
Other than accepting that,
On the canvas of life,
Every sweep of the brush matters,
Counts for something…
And so it falls to us
To do no more than respond,
To confirm significance.
And this, believe me,
Whatever our gender or strength,
We can all manage
With unique shades of brilliance,
A blooming of our own.
Just as, in perfect symmetry,
The emerging budded plant
Opens wide, toward the sun
And a stiff phallus will forever beg
For its home, for its comfort,
Its release,
Deep into a soft inner refuge
So that it may speak, discharge itself.
Thus, or so it seems,
Does the light need only our trust
And, of course, the darkness
To work its eternal alchemy.
Absolutely Beautiful & Inspiring!!!! Love this!!!
Fascinating!
This is beautiful. Truly touching.
This is very moving, right from the heart; the very source of poetry and desire.
And yes, “We can all manage
With unique shades of brilliance,
A blooming of our own” …simple, powerful words.
Thank you:)
Wow! Great to find a poem with such a clear message!