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A lift today from liam neeson's words:
"Everyone says love hurts, but that
Is not true.
Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts.
Losing someone hurts.
Envy hurts.
Everyone gets these things confused
With love, but in reality love is
The only thing
In this world that covers up all
Pain and makes someone
Feel wonderful again.
Love is the only thing
In this world that
Does not hurt".
Two steps forward, one step back,
Or the other way around, depends
On the day.
Today was a step forward, back
Into welcoming the hours for
All they encompass
And all they give, for the moments
Of service, to those of rest,
All are good.
My eyes are healing well.
I have a few more weeks
Of odd sight,
Before being fitted for new glasses.
I wander the days, lost in perspectives.
None quite right
For what I need to see, not visually,
Not emotionally. Both needing time
To reconsider right.
Allowed myself to be distracted,
In many ways. Allowed another
to sidetrack me,
Bushwhack me with thoughts
Of caring and affection where
There is none
But my own wistfulness wish
For then, loosing needing being
On my own.
Have allowed myself to be distracted,
From painting, from thinking, so go enjoy
A silly play.
Woke to a soft scarf of snow covering all,
A quiet snow doing its frosting thing
Just being pretty.
This morning friends leave early.
Yes, I am saddened but let them
Go, knowing, feeling
The connection of shared time.
The day goes hushed with the aftermath
Of leave taking.
In the ensuing quiet, am left considering
Where paths have been moved by love,
And where not.
Friends slept, and I bundled
In the turtle blanket
Did trundle out
To watch the stars swirl high, twirling
Through moonless skies, brilliant bits
Of diamond light.
.
Dozing below these bright sharp notes,
The cold seeps deeply through, until,
I wake amazed.
For the past sixty years
I have been nearsighted, it is
All I know.
Now the rest of my days
I’ll be longsighted, can see
In mid flight
The wing marks of a hawk,
But not the weave of my canvas
Without visual help.
Early, the second eye done, then,
Friends ferry me to breakfast
And onward home.
