Needing love,
We squeeze what we can
From a fluid landscape of life and light,
Gifted to us but for a moment
In the grand scheme of things.
Hope glistens,
Daring us to do so much more.
And, at our best,
When least distracted
By the petty cares of the day,
We hunger for a constant,
To find a flow,
A warm, healing current
We can swim within.
One soul’s journey
In search of a tipping point.
The possibility of honour,
The chance of grace in our lives.
Wonderful! Wish you happiness wherever you are.
I was captured by this poem. The intensity of emotion that you convey with your words is wonderfully deep and inoculating. The one thing that struck me was the lack of a title. I know that it is not mandatory to have a title, but with the immense pull your writing has, I feel that a title would only further the strength of the bond between a reader and the works.