By Jane Tawel
No More — And Yet…
By Jane Tawel
February 25, 2021
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There are no pictures any more
and yet we long to be seen.
We live inside our own closed doors,
and silently rage against the routine.
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There are no words we want to share
and work is just a grind.
And even those for whom we care
just often slip our minds.
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The lives of grey inanities
are revelatory — true.
We miss our shared humanity
and hopeful, bright worldview.
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The days go ever on and on
just one day like the other.
We long for plans to bank upon
and health that’s been recovered.
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But I have found in all of this
both listlessness and sorrow,
that I have changed my own wish-list
for better days tomorrow.
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I’ve learned to care more for my kin
and even those I don’t know.
I’ve found a greater love within
and hope that Love will grow and grow.
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I’m not encouraging deceit
on just how bad it’s been.
But neither is it utter defeat;
I think there’ve been some wins.
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So maybe take some time today
to focus on the “shoulds”,
of how to live in better ways,
to love and do more good.
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For even while we’re stuck and scared
and feeling like we just don’t care,
as long as we have one last breath
we live in hope of fighting death.
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If I lose sight of The Sublime
I die inside, before my time.
So though imprisonment’s annoying,
Today I’ll choose to do some “joying”.
I’ll count the “no mores” with some regret,
Then cling like crazy to the “yet”!
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No more — and yet…. . . . . .
I have loved and been loved.
I have sung and danced.
I have listened and been heard.
I have won and lost and learned from both.
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I am hopeful in a new day.
I choose to look for joy in small things.
I fan the flames of faith to believe there is One Who cares for us.
I breathe out and in and feel the warmth of the blood that flows through me.
My heart still beats as evidence that life is anticipatory.
There are those whom I long to be with and those whom I hope to know better.
Wisdom and knowledge are waiting for me to discover them.
Goodness lives beyond place and time and Love is forever alive in the Universe.
This tiny taste, this small sound, this faint feeling, this sweet smell —
are each and all worthy of my honored attention.
Taste and know that life is delicious.
And while I can still see anything, I can imagine everything.
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Friend, hope is here for the taking. No matter how dark it may feel, take hope in your hands today and make something — even something very small — but make something beautiful to light your way.
© Jane Tawel 2021
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