in seasons, like eternities,
we watched them spark and grow –
banalities are everything
when they are all you know –
or so we thought from where we sat.
our friends were deep and gone;
we judged things then quite casually –
so upper echelon
were we, that we saw nothing clear.
despite our vision grand
there was much in simplicity
we couldn’t understand.
you plan a trip, logistically,
it’s money and it’s stuff:
we somehow missed the marvel that
is two who have enough.
in seasons, like eternities,
the truth sang out at last;
while locked in our modernity,
the moment almost passed
to see and comprehend our friends
on top of Fortune’s wheel:
for love sees clearly, if not ends,
what matters and
what’s real
“… our friends were deep and gone …”
So that is real life, yes.
I’m trying to take pleasure in the simple things 🙂 I really liked this poem
Beautiful poem. I am just about to post something on my blog which, as honest as I feel it to be, after reading what you have posted here, I can feel gratitude for the things in my life and my world, without the morbidity of feeling the “need” to consider the big picture. What we have on a personal level is, and always has been enough. God bless and have a wonderful Christmas.
P.S: If you, or anyone on Word Press can tell me whether or not this is a “social media” website, or if there is something which distinguishes it as not being social media I would greatly appreciate their input. I don’t consider it to be social media, however I would very much like to find out what the general consensus is before I post my next blog… Even though I am going to anyway.
Thanks again!