Sun, Moon & Stars
Author: Unknown
~ My children and myself are on one land mass gathered to cross over by bridge to another far away one with nearing nightfall. Just as we stepped alight the planks that arched high with large, smooth and gray stones that walled the sides, the sun slips and dims our vision. Caught in the middle of this bridge, I faltered to adjust my sight and to gather more closely around me, my three. We were halfway to stay, as I looked toward the other side I could see a thousand whites of eyes that were in the knots of the trees etched at the cropping of thick forest in front us. Should I proceed for us, or turn back until another dawn? I felt fear grip me, Oh, what should my children be feeling? Where was the moon that had crossed in my other dream from West to East that led us to this exact point? I had belief and conviction that it would shine me a way to continue, like a beam of revelation, but in the sky I could not see but dark sweeping clouds moving too smoothly and low-covering blocking out everything but one cold, sharp element to whip at the hem of my gown. It circled and swirled at my ankles as alive until I thought I would fall. I reached out and leaned heavily on the sides of the bridge with the palms of my hands striking colder stone. Where was the doubled moon? Why had it abandoned me, forsaken me so? My children hugged at my limbs while I found myself peering into the waters below flowing, squinting to see between my eyelashes blown. What I saw calmed me instant, against all gusts of bitter air. Why,,,, the moon had never strayed ! .... it was there all the while shining above through black clouds, there in the reflection of the waters that streamed. It was more brilliant than ever I'd seen, there rippling in the water to loose me, , free me,,, to onward we bravely shall go! Its beam was as more than the sunshine as I lifted my head~
Dare that dream keep hope alive,,,,, it gave me hope to believe in my strength again.
That was so very long ago. I wish I could recapture that again. For you see,,,,,
the sun may be renewable energy, but the stars,,,,
ah well, the stars are renewable love.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
a difficult journey with my three who depended on me
Comments (3)
ah well, the stars are renewable love.Thank you
Nice put story VisionofClear
Rob