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,


By Peter Morgan

Tags: Seasons, impermanence, healing

Post Date: March 2020