Friday, February 22, 2013

thoughts on ice

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via pinterest

right, left. right, left.
out and out. out and out.
blades on ice.

fifty or sixty others here too.
but i'm skating alone.

a shout, a spin, a fall
i chuckle as i go by
"get up, keep going, you'll get it"

still alone.

a little friend hangs on the wall
he reaches out his hand
i take it.
we skate.
together.
he needs me.
out fly his skates
i catch his fall
his little laugh,
his spanish lilt
brighten my spirit

all too soon: "i got it"
and he does.
so i let him go.

now i'm alone again.

i shouldn't be unhappy
i wanted it this way
i prayed for it this way
i know it's better this way.

i laugh, i race, i play
i chat and joke
i help the other on their feet

but i know what it is to love,
to be loved
but not at the same time.
or the worst
to be together, yet very alone.

then the thought comes.
softly now.
it does not cure the longing
nor completely dull the ache
but tears i might've shed dissolve

Jesus is with me.
i am never alone.

4 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Liza! I love the story you've portrayed, the lilting way the poem flows...absolutely lovely. :)

    hugs,
    ~bree

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  2. What an absolutely beautiful post. Thank you so much for sharing.

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  3. Thank you for this important reminder Liza!

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