Little Dyings
Thinking today of the
Hundreds of little dyings
In my long life.
Little dyings, little risings
So the path winds the
Way to the end,
The end that is a new
Beginning with no more
Dyings, large or small.
(June Butler - May 2013)
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No energy is ever lost
ReplyDeleteno matter disappears
by laws of science
or of soul
the are we are will be
transformed
and rivers form from tears.
Thanks, Marthe. Well said.
Delete"The end that is a new
ReplyDeleteBeginning with no more
Dyings, large or small."
There is no way to express how deeply those words have touched my own personal grief and helped to heal. Thank you.
Bonnie, you can't know what your words mean to me. Thank you.
DeleteWell, that just blew me away - in a good way!
ReplyDelete8thday, many thanks. I'm shy about posting my own poems, so the good words mean a lot.
DeleteI hope you find the courage to publish more. This one is still vibrating within me.
ReplyDelete8thday, if you scroll down, you'll see I have a few more poems linked on my right sidebar. Some are decidedly better than others.
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