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a walk through fog - silver




oh hide me, wrap me
in the shelter of anonymity,
stop sounds from arriving
disguise tears with slow slick movement
where there is only thought, and you, and I

this is our last safe place;
where leaves bend with weight of sky,
where trees streak air with their weeping
and a willow leans and moans softly
her sorrows to the lake

here, where I am shrouded
from my next step, or the one I just took,
I am held in clammy care of grief

my friend; this mist, this between total darkness
and sun-beaming sky, this aloneness
with a great hand on my shoulders,
on the crown of my head, and offering in my hands
that I beg to be taken

in this place, I do not believe in rainbows,
although I know they come whether I do or not;
and I do not want to see other’s pity, nor hear
spill of tears for me

no, let me stay here, until this burns off
so my heart is a resounding sound I hear

in shush of fog’s movement
that has your voice





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Bless the silence we can find, that alone-place we can go to, and those private moments

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  • GreySquirrel
    August 26, 2008
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    Maa has said it all - a deeply felt write. Congratulations on your silver!

  • maa gold member
    August 19, 2008

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    oh, Mother Carol knows how to dive into the most profound depths of grief and bring back the pearl for all of us ... I realize how quickly we tend to do all the things you mention, and how little we are used to "just sit on the lap of a grieving person in silence to help him cry" ...
    like sister wanda, I am so grateful for your graceful poetic and spiritual guidance, for assisting our scared souls to face the demons of our fears and to bring back the ancient memories of our souls' destiny ...
    you help us dive into the chamber of our wounds, and rewrite our ancient contracts, so we can be fully present here and now ...
    you know well, Mother, that you have not only blessed henri with your words, but also marion, jean-marc, wanda, and so many others who are yet to be attracted to this page ...

    I love you from the deepest heart,
    marion


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      August 19, 2008

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      I have learned how to honor my own grief.....and this poem says it succinctly for me. If it helps others, then be we all blessed by it.

  • Night Hope gold member
    August 18, 2008

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    "here, where I am shrouded
    from my next step, or the one I just took,
    I am held in clammy care of grief"
    ~ * ~
    "no, let me stay here, until this burns off
    so my heart is a resounding sound I hear

    and shush of fog’s movement
    that has your voice"


    You know why I quoted these lines, my Sister in Sorrow, Silence & Serenity...You know why this piece moves me to the core. You know why I love your work; it's because you say things I want to but can't, in the most beautiful & profound ways possible. Good luck in Marion's contest, Beloved Friend.

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