Proofs
*from One With Willows, copyright 2019 by Joan Myles*
Past the grip of fisted darkness
We have come again, again.
Past an empty-pantry starkness
We have come.
Past the angry kick of ceilings,
We have come again, again.
Past sagging psalms and ragged feelings
We have come.
Past the oven’s gaping,
Twisted sense of pain-escaping
Words like parachutes come falling
Into consciousness, recalling
Former triumphs of the spirit—
Life embraces, draws us near It,
Declares us in Its Love decree,
Je suis, I am, je suis.
This is a wonderful poem.
i’m so happy you resonate with its message, my friend, pleas stay in touch, wishing you a sweet day *willows in mist**wispy clouds**children singing*