“Superare…”

 

Super rare…

… when,

despite setbacks, submitted,

intel, suggested,

rejection, flaunted…

nothing hits the sides.

Spirit,

in a silent smile,

knowingly, overrides.

Shock,

no longer takes effect,

through numbness…

butterfly-adrenalin

anticipates…

.. no longer, is it worrisome,

to wait…

No state of panic, this time,

must subside.

 

No.

 

For…

… prior patterns

have been broken.

It has taken circumstances

to unearth the reservoir…

.. and now,

you pool resources,

unconditional,

which leave their mouths,

agape.

Unrelenting… unwavering,

under steady waterfalls of hope,

no more,

are you struggling to cope…

Powerful..

you send down the rope,

to gather others up…

noticing,

emotions do not linger,

nor erupt…

nor detract

from what has thundered through…

you take care of others..

He takes care of you.

 

 

 

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“Not Forgotten…”

 

For those within the missing,

know,

that you are not alone.

Amidst the memories

of

kissing fevered brows

and witnessing

the braving smiles…

… caressing thoughts,

of moving tendrils,

touching hands,

in tender prayer,

bonded…

… not stranded…

know that

Peace will never leave,

nor Love, forsake,

nor Faith,

be measured, to have disappeared,

abandoned,

absconded.

As the tome of Time

increases space for

recollection,

and introspection bears its fruit,

be safe,

for we enfold you,

in the healing light

of bonafide acceptance

and

we, forever, honour

your

Truth.

 

 

 

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(Dedicated to those for whom Mothering Sunday is filled with joy, but edged with pain…)