Jan 31
In the spaces where words once dwelled,
A silence deep and unquelled,
Echoes of what used to be,
A lacuna in our memory.
Thoughts of life and death occur,
We love, we live, we breathe, we stir,
In moments lost and dreams unfurled,
A lacuna in our world.
Our fleeting dreams are insubstantial,
Ephemeral as mist, and yet essential,
In every gap, a story waits,
A lacuna that our heart translates.
Ephemeral as the love we lost,
In shadows deep, we count the cost,
For in each void, a lesson found,
A lacuna where our souls are bound.
With God we find our meaning clear,
In faith and love, we conquer fear,
In every void, His light does gleam,
A lacuna filled with hope and dream.
A silence deep and unquelled,
Echoes of what used to be,
A lacuna in our memory.
Thoughts of life and death occur,
We love, we live, we breathe, we stir,
In moments lost and dreams unfurled,
A lacuna in our world.
Our fleeting dreams are insubstantial,
Ephemeral as mist, and yet essential,
In every gap, a story waits,
A lacuna that our heart translates.
Ephemeral as the love we lost,
In shadows deep, we count the cost,
For in each void, a lesson found,
A lacuna where our souls are bound.
With God we find our meaning clear,
In faith and love, we conquer fear,
In every void, His light does gleam,
A lacuna filled with hope and dream.
"Lacuna" is a word that signifies a gap, void, or missing part, often in a manuscript, series, or process. It's a term with poetic resonance, often used to describe something absent that ought to be present. In literature and art, it can evoke a sense of longing or incompleteness.
This word was used in a comment by Lawrence Hall on my poem An Ode to Socks and I therefore dedicate this to Lawrence as he set the wheel in motion here
This word was used in a comment by Lawrence Hall on my poem An Ode to Socks and I therefore dedicate this to Lawrence as he set the wheel in motion here
