Our minds and hearts can forget. That there are seasons to all things. This too shall pass. This too shall pass. In the dawn beyond, Like our animal cousins after hibernation, we will emerge with half-opened eyes. And we will see everything again For the first time. The sun will rise, and as We walk out into a new world, Our tired bodies will collectively groan In appreciation of a first, wide stretch! And there will be rejoicing, and loss. And regrets. And love. And grief. And fear. And hope. The tides continue to turn, and The world will weep with us as we dance in the light of each new moon. This too shall pass. This too shall pass. And as the seasons roll on, We will forever hold in our hearts, All that was sacred to us In the time we were so apart, Together. By Peter Morgan Tags: Seasons, impermanence, healing |
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