Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Invincible Hearts



Having crossed the Siberian winter
of the heart,
with nothing living,
I came to a green valley,
where smiling people,
living gently on the earth,
were planting seeds.




"Come in from the cold," they said,
making space for me,
and giving me some time
to feel safe.
They knew the warm sun,
safety, love and trust
would do the rest.





My heart began to melt.
It hurt, and I resisted,
but they told me
it was time.
Time to spread my wings and fly.
And so
I flew.



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Now they and I, one by one,
are crossing another valley -
the Valley of Trust.
I learned its language long ago,
in the Green Valley of Melting Hearts
and Flowering Buds.
It is the language of love,
of acceptance, of holding close
and letting go.
It is Memory, lit golden
by those years when we were all
Forever Young.


for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Winter. The title is from the Camus quote: In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.


13 comments:

  1. Ah, this is just lovely! The acceptance, the brightness, the love and trust and the green beauty of your words make me smile.
    Loved the idea of "the Green Valley of Melting Hearts" and "those years when we were all/Forever Young". <3

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  2. This poem makes the winter a necessary part of the journey--a contrast that helps us vaue the rest. Lovely, lovely!

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  3. What a poignant but beautiful poem of finding love and home and trust. This is so good.

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  4. Journeying through the seasons of time and accumulation Love and Thrust along the way, Cant get better than that

    Nice One Sherry

    much love...

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  5. Love and trust. Our experiences are totally different. It is heartening to know that there is love and trust out there and you have found it.

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  6. we need those valleys where smiling people are planting trees- literally and metaphorically!

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  7. Your poem is so heart warming and soul lifting, Sherry, I loved it!

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  8. to wander through the valleys of shadows and in "essence" death is to be reborn, often through the barest, harshest of winters ...

    I think you've walked so elegantly through this poem, along the journey here - and it speaks just enough of both the darkness and light - and of hope; trust is never easily earned, especially from oneself, in oneself ...

    wonderful exploration of "winter's" philosophical aspects :)

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  9. living gently on the earth,

    May your words birth a movement with this as the mantra. This is an amazing poem.

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  10. This poem should be hanging on every wall, a poster for how to live.

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