what really hurts
is that
life is not as we think it should be
nor
as we would like it to be
but
simply ......
much of life and circumstance
is
as it is ......
and we merely have to adjust
and change
ourselves
to fit into the pattern
of what is,
to accept the reality
of what is.
contenting ourselves
in the little happinesses
of each day ......
moments when we reach
across the depths
and touch another's solitude ......
sharing occasionally
the short embraces ... fragile
breaths
of brightness
warmth
or caringness.
moments when life
seems to fit,
our souls stand calm
at home in peace ......
and then the drum begins to beat
the ancient rhythm
carved in tears
and
hurting tiptoes blithely in
and takes its place
as if by right ......
and we remember
life,
our life
and how it is
as it is
not as we think it should be
nor
as we would like it to be
but
simply
as it is ...
and the
hurting
really hurts
again.
is that
life is not as we think it should be
nor
as we would like it to be
but
simply ......
much of life and circumstance
is
as it is ......
and we merely have to adjust
and change
ourselves
to fit into the pattern
of what is,
to accept the reality
of what is.
contenting ourselves
in the little happinesses
of each day ......
moments when we reach
across the depths
and touch another's solitude ......
sharing occasionally
the short embraces ... fragile
breaths
of brightness
warmth
or caringness.
moments when life
seems to fit,
our souls stand calm
at home in peace ......
and then the drum begins to beat
the ancient rhythm
carved in tears
and
hurting tiptoes blithely in
and takes its place
as if by right ......
and we remember
life,
our life
and how it is
as it is
not as we think it should be
nor
as we would like it to be
but
simply
as it is ...
and the
hurting
really hurts
again.
