Saturday, April 12, 2008

Not today

There will come a day
when the tears of sorrow
will softly flow into
tears of remembrance...
and your heart will begin
to heal itself...and grieving
will be interrupted by episodes
of joy...and you will hear
the whisper of hope.
There will come a day
when you will welcome the
tears of remembrance...
as a sunshower of the soul...
a turning of the tide...
a promise of peace.
There will come a day
when you will...
risk loving...
go on believing...
and treasure the
tears of remembering.


I found this poem after a gut wrenching evening of tears and why's and after getting up to find myself on the internet looking for something to make me feel like living again.

1 comment:

Linda said...

Oh Betsy, I'm so sorry that the day turned on you.
Thinking of you!