My
Dearest Friend Gloria,
I visited you home page today and have
some thoughts
So much yearning shows
And sorrow too for
the written and uttered word
Not penned or said.
So much
longing for things sensed undone
And forever unaccomplished.
A child's beginning is full of gallant
and wondrous dreams:
Slay the dragon
We are of one soul alone,
Together but
ultimately alone
Able to reach only what our hearts feel,
Our
bodies allow,
Bits and pieces are collected along the way:
Happiness, Joy, Peace, Sorrow, Pain
Has the best been done with
what
Was allowed to enter?
Has Kismet been kind?
Has the
spirit been willing? The body?
Questions.
But is there
acceptance?
To revel in our oneness, out gallantry
Yearning and sorrow is the soul , too.
Not knowing pain is not to
savor life.
Yet abiding it as life is to cede.
My Dear
Friend,
Accomplished, loving, kind, strong, industrious,
Resourceful, sweet, spiritual, musical, artistic and beautiful.
Your yearning is for naught.
You are.
by Ruth Pellmann