Wrote this poem last night, kind of had Christ’s resurrection somewhat in mind when I wrote it…
Remember And Wait
There are times I’ve stood
in solitude,
listening in the twilight,
listening for reasons,
listening for memories,
listening for a voice,
listening for music…
Sometimes it is hard to focus,
to focus in the quiet,
to remember what gave me strength
in days before,
to look forward with courage,
with confidence,
with hope,
when I think of tomorrow…
I have struggled, I have ached
to be free,
like the wind that blows
through the grass in
the middle of the night,
like the birds that take wing
in the warm sun…
But I cannot forget the wonders
all around me, even amidst the pain,
and that I am a part of it,
I cannot forget, not for long,
that I am not alone,
even in the darkness,
and the wandering ways,
and that learning to love and to be loved,
as simple as that may sound,
is the greatest lesson to be learned…
There is a time to laugh,
and a time to weep,
a time to mourn,
and a time to dance,
and in the quiet
I know there is a reason,
I remember now, and
I hear a voice,
like music stirring me within…
The moment passes,
and life goes on,
with its ups and downs,
its struggles and its gifts,
its sadness and its joy,
and in the darkest of times,
it is easy to forget,
when we are sick,
it is hard to know whether
we can be well again,
but there are moments like those,
like these,
in the quiet,
when the artist connects his art
with his heart,
and struggles for beauty,
for wonder, for life
to bloom forth in his work,
in his play,
as the stars shine above,
as the day comes to a close,
when the sun waits to rise again,
and we wait too…
Matthew Wiley
Well, there it is… blessings to you all, and Happy Easter to you 