Revisited

waking ~ for tess

your pretty baby, she is sleeping, but close your eyes 

and look, there she is in the rainbow, waking, in the morning 

grass smiling, in the quite of your grief wrapping her tender 

arms around your growing heart, reminding you, no matter where or

when, you are not alone, and no matter how distant you might some-

times feel, oh, she is there, holding the beat of your heart in her 

name. say it out loud. write it in the sand. etch it in concrete. put

your finger to the snow and make her letters appear, anything to

bring her rainbows into the room. and know that even in your quite,

maybe especially so, she is your stillness of mind, your laughter,

the wind that blows through your hair, whispering, forever and

always, dear one, i am here, i am here, i am here, waking the light

of rainbows, reminding you we waking together, always, pretty baby,

good morning sunshine.

together waking in rainbows,

we are.

I find I have only time to read right now, no new original thoughts from me either - too much distraction.  I wrote this poem out that Silvi wrote for me that I first mentioned back here...

I read it again tonight and the tears just flowed.  It is like a beacon of light in the current limbo that is life right now. This poem is for me and I draw so much for these words, on so many different levels.  I am glad to have stumbled on it right now, it is what I needed and I thank Silvi from the bottom of my broken heart.

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Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark ~ Rabindaranath Tagore