.
I stand
at your grave
waiting for words to come,
but no words rise from my depths, only
peacefulness: acceptance
that you have
expired.
at your grave
waiting for words to come,
but no words rise from my depths, only
peacefulness: acceptance
that you have
expired.
.
.
I love this . . . we think that we control our thoughts, our environments with our words, but there are moments of great emotion--love, grief, peacefulness--that remind us words are but a tool we use to capture tiny chinks of reality, not the whole picture.
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Thanks Karen -- You always have something interesting to say. You must be a writer!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Jim!
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