Julia Shalom

Julia Shalom Dec 2020

The year fades like the day at dusk,
It weeps as a widow for what it has lost.
Weeps into the coming tide of the new year.
What this tide will bring
Is but a mystery.
Will it bring rest,
Rest much needed?
Rest from the tempest that was recently ours?
Only the waters know.
We watch the year weep away.
But we don't have to worry.
Whatever the tide brings
It will push me into your embrace.
Rest or toil we will be tied closer,
By a bond unbreakable,
By a love unbreakable.
As the year weeps away,
Our hearts can smile.

Julia Shalom Nov 2020

Infected by you

My heart has been infected,
Infected by a plague.
A plague that was once neglected,
And is yet somehow still vague.
It has changed me in a way,
Changed by finding my true self.
My heart, for this plague, has had to pay,
But what it has gained is of greater wealth.
My heart has been torn in two,
And one half has been given away.
Some for me and more for you,
I hope in you my heart will stay.
My heart has been infected,
By what you might ask?
My heart has been infected,
Infected by another,
Infected by a truth,
Infected by a lover.
My heart is infected by you.

Julia Shalom Sep 2020

"Someday"

We sigh and say,
"I hope that happens someday."

But I want to know,
How will it show?
When is "someday,"
Going to be today?

And when "someday" finally arrives,
Will I know that "someday" has come?
Will I realize that it is now?

Or will hindsight only tell,
Of how that day,
That "someday"
Was today?

Julia Shalom Sep 2020

Children of light

That morning Glory
Which children spread.
Over earth and sky,
Lingers like secret sunshine.
Permeating a multitude of roofs,
A multitude of rooms.

On oceanside grey,
Their precious feet tread.
Bringing refresh of light,
With every laugh.
I gaze at the sand,
With remnant proof that
Children of light walked here.
When I am still,
The Wind brings me
Whisper of their joy.

Giggling brooks,
Shining stars,
Vibrant flowers of the field,
Cannot compare
To the sweet music
Of Child's contagious laughter,
And the light God gave them,
Shining clear through their eyes of bright.

The first paragraph has some themes inspired by G.K. Chesterton's book on Saint Francis of Assisi.

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