It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8 sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors.
Here's this week's entry. Heavy on my mind, is one of my dear high school friends, whose beloved dad passed away last Friday. My heart has been sad and heavy, not only for his passing, but also because she lives out of town. In times like this, I seek comfort and assurance for her and for me.
I was out driving, doing errands, when this poem hit me. It is untitled.
Swirling, clean and pure
Like the driven snow,
Fresh, pervasive,
There is a presence.
There are presences.
Subzero outside,
Yet I am warm
And filled
Goodness
Light
Angels in our midst
In my midst.
Beautiful. So nice to be warm and cozy in our hearts : )
ReplyDeleteThank you, Millie.
DeleteA truly lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by! R
DeleteAww, I really like this. Despite how heavy your heart is/was, you have a strong sense of hope here. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteI do. That's the paradox of grief. Hm, fodder for another poem, perhaps. Roberta
DeleteThat's a lovely sentiment!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kate! Right at the moment of the passing of a friend's loved one, I was visited by one of my loving angels. Seed for this poem. R
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