The upward look.

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When days are dull and dreary, the colours unrefined,

When faces are not cheery, a smile hard to find.

Then take a look within you as spirits start to soar

The sun above is shining though you don’t see it anymore.

Love is always waiting to take you in its arms,

It’s just the clouds get in between to keep you from its charms.

(Photo from bing images)

In sickness and in health.

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We “marry” into life for sickness and for health, for richer, for poorer till death do us part.

There’s an old saying:

I walked a day with gladness we chatted all the way

But n’er a thing I learnt from her for all she had to say.

I walked a day with sorrow, n’er a word said she,

But oh the things I learnt that day when sorrow walked with me.

It’s so true. God help me keep my eye to the silver lining, there’ve been a lot of dark clouds of late, but also bursts of sunshine. Difficult times stretch us, expand the soul. I still have so much to be thankful for!

 

Eternal imagery

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I’ve often cause to wonder, when in lucid dreams I stray,
I seem as always I have felt,
The rounded chin, the wrinkles melt.
This other self in dreams appears still young and slim today?

No. More than this.
Though it’s me, yet bones more slight, the eyes more free,
Familiar as a glance may be, me … yet not me.

“Why?” I ask.
A dream voice answers, clear as a bell.
“You’re in disguise, ’tis but a shell.”
I ponder then upon my bed disguises others bear.

The crippled form, the ugly face,
May one day be interfaced
True beauty hid within a husk
That one day shall be turned to dust.
On that day we shall see.
Just what was hid from you and me.

Hidden sunshine.

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The day is dull and cloudy, and yet there trails a song,

The water still and placid as the wind pulls us along.

The birds that circle over, tern, swallow and a goose,

The flapping of the sail above, the line that is too loose.

The laughter of my sailor as she spots one of her own,

His craft he’s proudly steering (though he’s also from the home).

Their lives are seldom sunny, each body has a flaw,

Yet the heart that dwells within them still causes them to soar.

The calmness of the water that stretches all about,

Must open up the spirit and let the joy come out.

 

(Thoughts on taking disabled folks sailing).