Sunlight on the stone
warms it up
like an old heart
hearing a happy child.

Spring rains
gentle on the soil
carry Life.

unseen, unknown, unbidden
Grief and Loss whirl around
trying to deny all else.

Without memory of happier times, the pain
would not hunt so deeply
to twist the psyche.

Sorrow unbidden holds back
the awareness of what is to come
Fear retreats from possibility of rejection – and joy.

This moment will change
and drift off
Those moments, though past, will remain
and anchor us to better times
and beckon us into bliss.

Look for the changing seasons
I will be there.

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