apersonaljourney – stories of love

I’m afraid of it

this place

with so much discontent

our lives

wrapped in a purpose

yet the soft touch of beauty

when held alone,

away from our heart

gives strenth

to an irrational

option.

There is no singular reason

to imagine that compassion

only lends to individual

memory.

Yet there is,

if you think about it,

a truth to feeling loved.

When love is lost both outside

and inside our realm

of quiet existence,

it might be difficult to imagine

anything else

really will matter.

I remember one time,

walking along the shoreline,

icy depths,

I imagined

the length of time,

wading into the pool of our

natural purpose.

There is every night,

I think about that place,

if I leave here

so many memories,

so many eyes,

I’m grateful for the beauty

knowing we can be ‘great.’

in the short hours of our

quiet release of emotion.

I stood nearby the final release of

carbon

would no longer interfere

with that ozone layer

we all worried about in the 60’s.

another six decades later,

it is like I am sitting on that little hill

with the gravel path

led me to my solace.

Nothing had changed, my life,

a constant battle

trying to recognize

beauty rather than desecration.

When we fail, we might choose to prevail.

© Scott F Savage 3/2020