Though we were afraid
Though we trembled
Though we feared falling
We let go
Though you are far
You caught me
Though you were struggling
You held on
Though we both felt we couldn’t
And the light that bathed our rebirth
Was a mute white
And the song in our mouths
Was of gratitude
And my loved ones passed over
Clambored from their soil and Ash
As beautiful as children again
Clasping my empiness
They claimed me anew
Standing on the bridge
One side darkness and dusk
Extinguisher of all I was
The other side golden
You have been so missed they chorused
And at first I couldn’t bear the feeling
Surging in me like a hundred hands
But they held firm, did not let me run, did not excuse me
No death did not stop us
No life is not meant to be half lived
One foot peering over the edge
And when the bird
Red breasted and full
Flew into my room and cast his burning glow
I lifted from my expiry
I left there on the bed
My certainty of nothing
And light as a dream
Feeling as if the very first
The pinch of fresh air
Lifting their hands to heaven
All those I thought lost
Remind me anew
You are so loved
Cone back to life
Cross the bridge
Watch isolation fade
As a dark ship will receed in fog
All was but a dream
This hand in yours
This family forsook
You are still standing
Even as landscape burned
Your strength found
In the deep roots of a patient tree
Invulnerable to life’s petty whim
Endure and overhead
Watch the season turn on her slim ankle
And fill us with color
I have been waiting all this time
For permission to breathe deeply
Letting go of fear and the unknown
For those who are never lost
Keep us tethered to the living
Even as they cross
40 thoughts on “Mercy”
This has such a positive tone to it–a reassuring one, one that speaks of purpose and encouragement and presence and revitalization. It’s a beautiful piece of work.
Something about this poem moved me to tears. That happens so rarely. I could feel the overwhelming hope and release as she is welcomed and loved. Maybe my reaction was due to my own life of isolation. But there is no bridge, no choice, no golden voices beckoning. Only isolation no matter where I turn, with occasional visitors outside the glass walls. So I accept my isolation and learn to be free within it.
Wonderful, Candice …such beautifully clear images …another one of your best …such flow! ❤
Thank you so much 💓
Thank you. “One foot peering over the edge” “keep us tethered to the living”. A vivid image of being on the bridge and ready to let go…beautifully captures the mind and heart of one on the bridge. Wonderfully written with few words bursting with so much emotion.
Fabulous, Sis ❤️❤️❤️
Wow! Just wow! It reads like a rebirth, a Phoenix rising from the ashes to be free and more beautiful than ever before. Welcome back, Candice! I have missed you xxx
Beautiful, as usual. 😊😊
…turn on her thin ankle…a lovely work of art.
You’re most welcome.
Oh, “watch the season turn on her ankle.” Lovely turn of words!!!!
Candice, one of your best. Beautiful…. I can only echo what others have said. It is as though, in spite of illness, you have sprouted wings.
Sending love to you each day! 💕
I love this piece! Thank you.
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This is one amazing poem from one amazing poet.
How close to the other side we walk in our common hours, and lending a ear voice sing to us, and our fear drops away, we real-ize life is lived in the shadow of light, just a Jung has told us …
The end of your poem… I feel every single word!
Sometimes, alright quite often your poetry, the way you convey & express thoughts and experiences, just leaves me speechless & in awe. You also are stronger than you think my dear friend. ღ
Omg – I love this! Beautiful words
Vivid imagery – so passionate
Thank you for sharing ❤️
You topped others with this beautiful post. I pray it’s a direct election of your heart. Hugs. 🙂
I’m going to reblog, the message needs sharing. 🙂
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I love her poetry and believe you will to. She is awesome, every post stops me in my tracks to think, soak in her message. Please visit her blog. 🙂
So very beautiful, and beautifully written.
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From the Feathered Sleep
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This is beautiful. I’m going to reblog!
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A beautiful piece of work.
I felt myself breathe as I always do when i read your words. Like the world stands still and I read and breathe.
This the first poem I’ve read of yours…. and your words touched deeply, as if you knew my journey….Thank you, and I shall be reading more of your wondrous words….
Thank you very much
There are a lot of crappy poems out there on Facebook. I’ve been getting a bit weary, lately, reading all the writers who try to write but just don’t have the spark or the discipline behind them.
You, my friend, understand words.
This poem refreshed me, and made me feel.
A thousand times thank you.
💓 thanks to you dearest Anya 💓
PS: Sorry, that was a strange typo! I’m sorry. I meant “on the Internet” (not Facebook). Maybe a Freudian slip?? 🙂 Anyway, thank you again for your refreshing work. I will be reading your future postings with anticipation.
I’m completely with you regarding worstbook 😉 💓
Life-affirming, and full of cherishable images which are lke bright, wonderful turning points.
“And when the bird
Red breasted and full
Flew into my room and cast his burning glow”
and the season’s slim ankle and the dark ship in fog is brilliant. A great read, thank you. I will be following your work! 🙂 🙂 All the best!
Dear Peter. Thank you so much (and Hare) for your reading of my work. xo
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