I stopped searching long ago,
once my feet stood on the sand
at Chesterman Beach,
in front of my winter cabin,
the orange sun going down,
my great adventure beginning.
Yes, I have loved and lost.
I have lost a lot. But I have also
gained so much: friends, and
experiences that told me
I was being led and guided
the whole time.
I found my peace through solitude,
became the Observer, at a remove
from angst and drama. I rubbed
my lumpy carbuncle of a life
until it grew smooth and shiny,
if not a pearl, still so much prettier
than how it started out. Yet
I carry tenderness, still,
for those old times, when
we all did the best we could,
though it was not enough.
Now, I am content, watching
the silver waves roll in and out,
tall trees dancing in the wind,
tall trees dancing in the wind,
looking up as an eagle flies over,
as I sit in the sun,
watching the busy world go by.
Immersed in the silence that is my life
alone, I sense a portal opening
upon that farther shore, I,
just one more wayfarer,
fortunate enough
to have found Home
beside the ocean's roar.
beside the ocean's roar.
experiences that told me
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the whole time - this is such a beautiful way to accept and reflect on the past. It spoke to me. Thank you, Sherry. - Rajani
Yes. I believe we may be positively guided to grow old alone...enjoying every minute of the "hermit bliss" we craved when younger, too! Blessed be.
ReplyDeleteYou have lived a good life, Sherry,. and continue to do so. Sometimes all that one can do is observe. And as you observe you think and write,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful and affecting poem, Sherry. It speaks of contentment that comes from a life well-lived. Thank you for the gift of words!
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