Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Harbinger

After The Big Terrible,
I understood
victory lie
in remaining.

Comfortable
in my survival
I would not be
Lot’s Wife.

Determined to be content
with my narrow escape,

I prayed for others
whose Fates were worse.

Grateful to be in the nadir
and not somewhere darker.


Then you spoke
for the first time.
Of beer and chocolate
and poetry.

You spoke with passion
for things I loved
from a place
I’d never sought them.

The Sun rose
the sky cleared
the fairies danced
the flowers bloomed.


YOU are the harbinger of restoration.
It is for YOU I wrote this poem.

Everything that comes after --

Joy
Hope
Abundance
Peace
Love

will be
because
of YOU.