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
To share is human:
“… 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!