You Made a Difference
On this quiet spring morning,
alone in my conservatory,
I feel as if I am in church,
in a precious, holy space.
What a word, what a holy word,
is precious. It speaks
of the unspeakable
value of each human spirit
in the tapestry of life.
I have felt like a pane of glass
quivering on a rock.
I have stood on a busy street corner
with my broken heart in my hand
to show the world.
Kind strangers have reached out
to touch it reverently,
as they paused in the stream of life
to notice me. That brief moment
of empathy has given me strength
to go on when I felt empty.
That brief moment of compassion
has given me the joy
of being alive again.
Thank you to all who have paused
to send me a prayer. You have made
a difference in this one life.
Now it is evening.
Frogs croak in the dark park next to me.
The fresh night air drifts in the window.
A skunk makes its presence known.
I feel lighter in spirit than I have for weeks.
Something like peace of mind
has settled in today.
May all be well with you.
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20 comments:
I God has not answered, then this is it. We are the web of our connections and spun in God's image, yeah go figure that!
If we could inject the glue you spin back into your body, you are far from breaking, already.
love,
di
Oh, Chris, I hear healing in your voice and am so glad for it!!!
What a lovely poem...you paint pictures in my mind. (and a smell or two) :)
So lovely~
Chris, this is so beautiful and so positive. Here I'm writing about liver and onions and you create a poem so incredible and moving.
Chris, I'm happy that you are feeling the peace again. This is a beautiful poem, you are so talented and intelligent and sensitive. Your beauty shines out through your lines in each and every post :-) Have a blessed lovely peaceful sunny day!
smiles. i am glad you have found peace chris...
I find churches in the most curious of places. One on my front porch last night, beneath a thick blue sky.
I am glad you are finding lightness. It is a hard hard thing to find where you've been.
much love, Chris.
xo
erin
Beautiful writing, and I particularly liked the precision and the images which also whispered truth and depth of feeling. And it's an internal (eternal?) work that reaches out and to throughout. Lovely piece, may all be well with you.
And it made me smile.
Fascinating bus ride this week - like everyone has got on from different stops.
A lovely poem.
May all be well!
Chris, this is a wonderful poem. I think that our feelings of compassion for one another is a remarkable thing.
Simple yet very poignant. Nice one, Chris.
Wow, lovely feel goodness to this one, hope it's autobiographical!!
:-)
Peace of mind gives me strength to know I am on the right path in my life. I know it will you too.
Some really beautiful images, like standing on a street corner with your heart in your hand - I love the gratitude in this, which is rare enough in today's poetry, and heartening to come across.
When I count my blessings, I'll count this one twice! We are a net to catch one another.
Beautiful,Enchanted Oak..
I especially relate to this line..
"I feel lighter in spirit than I have for weeks"
Thank you for sharing.
T xo
I am in total agreement. This is a truly lovely poem.
I needed to feel the uplifting spirit of this post just now. Thank you.
PG
I love this one... This very much describes how I feel about the support I receive in our little corner of the blogging community.
Prayers continue for you and your mom. I'm glad you are feeling lighter in spirit - that is an answer to prayer!
(Hug)
Beautiful. And what fantastic imagery in these lines...'I have felt like a pane of glass
quivering on a rock.
I have stood on a busy street corner
with my broken heart in my hand'
Wow!So vulnerable, and yet the poem has an inner core of strength. We are all broken pots it's how we put ourselves back together that counts.You are doing great.
I am unfailingly amazed at the kindness of strangers, how the lightest of touces, the smallest token of recognition from another sould changes everything. You caught this idea very neatly in this poem.
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