made anew
I am sunk in a reverie deeper
than the clear family well from which I drank in my childhood
contemplating the meaning
of a life lived in a world full of so much grief, anger, and sorrow
and see beyond that into
the beauty that lies hidden, mingled inside the darkest of days
there was a moment when
in the midst of shadows of darkness gathering all around me,
my soul all but overcome
I was taken with the sudden understanding of beauty in grief
joy in anger, and love in sorrow
and I was full to bursting, thinking that my heart would rupture
for the ineffable rapture
of the secret life of meaning hidden deep behind the means of all things
I drank from the well of living water
and in my heart’s great moment I found cause to stop and wonder
if this is what was meant in saying
The old things are passed away, behold all things are made new
Aha! It’s positive! Joyful! True! and beautiful … of course.
I really like this one.
LOL! I guess it can happen, Karen.
And it’s even in the alternating long-form lines that you didn’t care much for! I’m happy.
Heh, just goes to show that structure is less important to me than the thought (and who knows how THAT part works) *grin* And I call myself a poet. Structure-lovers everywhere may now cringe at the thought and glare.