Along with recovery
I had wished
For one neighbor’s heart to heal, as he tried to mend a leak
Another, to survive the scouge of sudden cancer
For the little bird to find her red box
Fill it with branches and lay her eggs
Nestled blue against the hope of frail humans
For rebirth and warmer days
When the winds were the only thing to die
And maybe the scold in a voice, twisting the knife
Yes, wish it away, along with traces of fear
You have survived the winter, you are still here
The same curled toes and cold fingers, clinging on
If you don’t die, you live, and that’s what you find
As false friends fall and new are born
As spring gathers her skirts and grass turns from brown to hopeful green
As your neighbor touches your hand and his eyes speak
Of the simple gratitude of caring
You didn’t receive it where you thought it would be
There are branches higher up than you can see
Maybe the little bird right now is looking for her nesting
And just like you, she seeks the comfort of knowing
If you make your home warm and secure
They can huff and puff
But you will
Endure
I love this, Candice…. gentle, tender, caring words for others, for yourself. Favorite line: “as spring gathers her skirts”…. Yes, I love it! ❤️
Another very peaceful poem. I like your choice of the small nesting bird. If we can endure as they can, we’ll be okay.
this is the greatest thing i have read in a while 😀
Beautiful like you
Ode to hope and human strength. Lovely.
“To Endure What Is Unendurable Is True Endurance”. — Japanese Proverb
Spring is a time of surprising kindnesses.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Winter has been endured again.
Reblogged this on crjen1958 and commented:
Security and Vancouver Police kicked my off a shopping mall property, because i was watch through a windows,
as young girls learn the art of dance..
i find the kicking of me off the property, disrespectful..
i was kicked off the property, by security an Vancouver Police, a dirty cop with stripes…
I find the art of dance even more beautiful when practiced by children…
Deeply, and wonderfully beautiful.
Absolutely love the strength and presence of this work! So well done!!
The true worth of humanity – compassion, one for another, of all species.
Fantastic 🖤🙏 hope to hear from you soon
This is really deeply moving.
This is lovely, Candice.
So like you, to think of others
Splendid poetic words, lovely poem.
‘When the winds were the only things to die’ simply beautifully written
Amen!
Very well written
My dear friend this is absolutely beautiful. ❤
We never really know how much we will have to endure in this life, or for how long. As we also never truly know how much we can endure, until we are required by circumstance to endure it. Perhaps most of us in the end find that we can endure much more than we ever thought we could, at least I’d like to think so.
Oh forgot to mention saw a cardinal today, and for the last few days I’ve been thinking about the bird’s nests I’ve noticed in the leafless trees waiting for Spring, which hasn’t fully sprung yet in my area. I was thinking about how much the birds have to endure during the long winters up north, the ones that don’t migrate to warmer climates just have to tough it out. How sometimes life is like that, like surviving a brutal winter waiting for Spring. Low and behold you wrote a poem reflecting my thoughts and then some. Like you read my mind 😉
Oh, yes, you have endured! Well done!
Beauty in Strength.
I simply love the ending. Beautiful words!
I think as our winter here gets colder and I wait for someone absent I will print this out and read it over and over to gain comfort. It is tender and oh so lovely…. you really are such a gift to life, Candice. ❤ ❤