UNTITLED |
By Patti Fochi |
I am surprised, yet quietly pleased
To see the sun reaching through the window Its warmth touches my arm I feel the warmth moving up to my shoulder I imagine the thawing of river ice in the spring And images of spring flood my mind Remembering the cold, constant pain of my grief A chill runs down my spine and I shudder but the warmth of the sun gently caresses my arm again and I feel my blood moving warmly through my body Slowly, yet deliberately, the flower begin their journey upward through the earth’s darkness toward the light The buds of delicate blooms begin to find their home on the stem that is their life And with each passing day they open a little more reach a little higher to the sun I, like the delicate flower, begin my journey upward through the darkness of pain and sorrow Toward the light of a new day The sun urges me onward and I hear its clear message A message that was once shrouded in pain It rings in my ears like a thousand melodious chimes And I respond with my body and heart To the promise of a new day To the hope of renewed joy And to my decision to live again |