Feb 2015
Grey skies
hanging heavy
winter calls
as the wind howls
through secret gaps
in the window frames
The day has become
like our passing years
not bright enough
a little harsh
and willing to leave us cold
Life has not been kind
we deserve so much more
but still
we hang in there
wounded soldiers
learning to lay our weapons low
time teaching us
there is more to life
than waging war
This day
this beautiful moment
is all that matters
to be sitting here with you
a glowing fire
warm soup
loving food
while we talk and laugh
of the days gone
days to come
grand illusions of the world
and all those things
we now understand
Sympathy
is all that matters
revealing
knowing
sharing
serving each other
with simplicity
our souls nourished
by the healing soup of life
hanging heavy
winter calls
as the wind howls
through secret gaps
in the window frames
The day has become
like our passing years
not bright enough
a little harsh
and willing to leave us cold
Life has not been kind
we deserve so much more
but still
we hang in there
wounded soldiers
learning to lay our weapons low
time teaching us
there is more to life
than waging war
This day
this beautiful moment
is all that matters
to be sitting here with you
a glowing fire
warm soup
loving food
while we talk and laugh
of the days gone
days to come
grand illusions of the world
and all those things
we now understand
Sympathy
is all that matters
revealing
knowing
sharing
serving each other
with simplicity
our souls nourished
by the healing soup of life
This was written some time ago for my blog about a warm cosy moment with a cousin of mine. The soup, I discovered completely healed by skin from a chronic dry skin condition. If you have any serious dry skin problems or know anyone who does, you might find what I had to say after the poem of some help. And the recipe is included! --> https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/soup-of-life/ Even if it just helps one person it will be worth a mention.
