The discrepancy…
I think of you and my heart stops
As it contemplates the discrepancy
Between the throbbing gripe of desolation
It feels at your loss
And the delicate exquisiteness
Of cherished memories evoked
poetry and image by Magical Normal Life
Poetic, Positive thoughts and pictures on finding magic in everyday living
I think of you and my heart stops
As it contemplates the discrepancy
Between the throbbing gripe of desolation
It feels at your loss
And the delicate exquisiteness
Of cherished memories evoked
poetry and image by Magical Normal Life
You always loved the birds
You would fill the feeders each day and they would thank you with a beautiful symphony of trills and Chirps
Your eyes shining bright as you would take my small little body into your warm maternal arms and left me up to see the robins nest
Your soft voice in my ear reminding me to listen to the love song of the red breasted Finch
The endless amount of time you devoted to teaching me to listen to the peaceful patterns of nature
You taught me to love life
But suddenly you were gone
You said you would be riding the wings of an angel, but the angel dropped you and you fell out of the sky.
If only you had wings of your own so you could soar from heaven to earth
Yet, Because you loved me so much
I still love life
I still find peace in nature
Each day I fill the feeders and I think of you
I hope with all my heart that you are still here with me
Perhaps you are one of the birds
Or maybe you are the slight breeze that gently whispers in my ear
But wherever you are…
Please know that I will always love the birds.
Words and Image by Magical Normal Life.
The pain is raw, biting, blistering
It feels as though the front of my body has been seared away
Leaving my wounded heart exposed
The bloody mass of loneliness seeps onto the floor
It burns…
I cannot sit in this tortuous agony any longer
And yet,
I cannot run from it either.
Poetry and Images by Magical-Normal Life
I am asked only to live in this moment.
To exist in the ageless breath I am breathing.
All eternity is in present time.
Souls of loved ones, both on Earth and Heaven, collect to fill me with meaning.
Their voices whispering sweet memories in my ear.
Their acceptance wraps around me in a warm embrace.
My breath brings in the cool, fresh scent of morning air, as I settle deeper in this cozy moment.
I matter. I am loved.
This moment is everything.
poetry and images by Magical Normal Life