Like Spring

Sometimes a poem, written or read at a certain time, when revisited, is recieved quite differently. There are many reasons for this I suppose, changes in circumstances the most likely. I myself have changed significantly since writing “Like Spring”, and find it reflects so much of what I’ve been feeling these days; the importance of waking up every day and not taking life for granted.

The importance of remembering the true strength of softness, resiliency, compassion and accountability. The importance of not making pain a vice. The importance of living the life I have been given and acknowledging nature, especially human nature, for what it is and not just the pretty bits.

The humbling truth is that nothing is guaranteed. Even so, the path of acceptance of this allows me to let go and open my heart anyway and not close down and retire to a shell of indifference, but to offer what I am able to the world. A smile, a kind word, food and clothes, clarity, whatever I can no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. To bring a candle into a room full of darkness is no small feat. And though it may not seem like it, I suspect there are millions of small candles quietly lighting the darkness out there, not needing to be acknowledged for it, just acting naturally, from the authentic love living within us all.

Like Spring

come first light

when the sun peeks from behind shadow looking for you,

this quiet urging

is so you might recollect your brilliance

when the dark eyed junco sings the early morning song

her quick gentle call slowly waking the forest from slumber,

do you suppose she is assured

of seed or worm to fill her belly

we simply commence each day

with faith sung from the confidence

of a life lived in presence

without this music of silent truth weaving its melody through our beating hearts

it can be easy to misjudge

softness for weakness

or ones role in lifes’ polite play

for all that we are

instead of the embodiment of existence

so, take care in the seeming of others

for like spring

one cannot know from a surface blossom

what magic roots have awakened deep and wide with love

in the silent stillness of winters underworld

unless

were fate to will it

you later happen upon that same glow

only to find revealed to you

your own liberation

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“Like Spring" by Drew

#artwork ©️ 2021 ©️ #poem 2023

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