Of Resilience

We grieve,
we mourn,
we love again.
Offering the pliant vessel of our hearts
Into another’s hands.
Because, in loving,
we are shedding
our past skins
And, the weight
of weary expectations
Some…our own.

The beauty of this world
is in the retrieval of lost things
A reverence
A redressal, of sorts.
The 10, 000 joys and sorrows
That are around us all
Have addresses written on them.
To look upon art and love and music
As remedy, isn’t wrong.
Just claim one
And name one
And, hold it close enough.

Carry on we must,
Lamp in hand,
And hope inside the heart.
We simply can’t
give up on love so soon.